Sister thinks we need some things Father says we can't afford, For discussion always brings Something to the family board: Other people have so much That we never have at all -- They use taxicabs and such When they go to shop or call. But if Father lays away Of his salary a share For, perhaps, a rainy day, Mother never seems to care. Brother thinks the town is slow, Hasn't any life or snap -- Really people never know Such a town is on the map. Boys grow up and stick to dad, Girls grow up and wed the boys, All the fun they ever had Just the old domestic joys. But if girls are good and pure, If the boys are clean and square, Though the town is slow for sure, Mother never seems to care. I have noticed that a lot, Looking over humankind: If they're rich or poor or what, Mothers never seem to mind. If they have to worry, work, Save and figure, make and mend, Mothers never seem to shirk -- They are mothers to the end. If their children love, obey, Grow to men and women fair, Though they're often bent and gray, Mothers never seem to care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER |