Never a sigh for the cares that she bore for me
Never a thought of the joys that flew by;
Her one regret that she couldn't do more for me,
Thoughtless and selfish, her Master was I.
Oh, the long nights that she came at my call to me!
Oh, the soft touch of her hands on my brow!
Oh, the long years that she gave up her all to me!
Oh, how I yearn for her gentleness now!
Slave to her baby! Yes, that was the way of her,
Counting her greatest of services small;
Words cannot tell what this old heart would say of her,
Mother — the sweetest and fairest of all.
A glowing tribute to mother and her unselfish and immense love for her baby. Thanks for sharing.
A great tribute to a mother for whom her child means every thing. Such is her dedication. Slave to her baby! Yes, that was the way of her, Mother — the sweetest and fairest of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memorize this for Mommy’s birthday