Mothers have a way with them Different from others, lad: Love is every day with them, When you're merry, when you're sad. There is lots of other love That will come some happy day; But the love of mother-love Seems to love a different way. Many, lad, the clever friend You will have in hours of dawn; But your great forever friend, When the other friends are gone, You will find is Mother, lad -- You will never, what befall, Ever have another, lad, Like your mother, after all. Put your arm around her, lad, She is hungry for your kiss; Not a friend you've found, my lad, Half as good a friend as this. There are fairer faces, lad -- Yet this woman wan and gray God gave greater graces, lad, Only in a different way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LIKE A BULRUSH by MARIANNE MOORE THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG |