MY MOTHER by ALFRED JENNINGS FUNNELL

There was a time in days a-gone,
When I was young, carefree and strong,
That Mother seemed to me to be
Just a convenience, don't you see?

But now, the years since youth have flown
And I am older, saner and wiser grown;
And time and care -- and burdens, too,
Have crushed my heart plumb through and through
I find that Mother is more to me
Than I supposed she e'er could be.
Her loving care, her winsome smile,
Her gentleness and patience all the while
Brings to me in times of grief
A balm that gives my heart surcease.

So on this Mother's Day I set apart
All the love there's in my heart,
For you, my own, my Mother dear --
I dedicate my life, my all,
To that dear soul who, through the years,
Comforted my heart and dried my tears,
Let others claim a world of fame,

And others have the things they crave,
But my content will be today
To live so clean, so brave and true
That I may bring to you, my dear,
The things that give true heart content
And satisfy your every need,
Till God decrees that we must part,
To meet again on Heaven's shore
Where pain shall cease
And love be enthroned forevermore.

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