Mothers Day 1934 Poem by Della Hodgson James

Would that I, like many others
  Friends, whose faces I now see,
Who have congregated here
  To honour their Mothers memory.
Pin a soft pink living posey
  On my bosom, with a song,
Yet, instead, I wear a white one
  For you know my Mothers gone.

Those that have a Mother living
  Still, could hardly know,
What that loss could mean to them
  Only experience teaches so.

I can only say to them, who has
  A Mother with them today,
Love her, bless her, for she might
  Like my dear Mother, go away.

Plant sweet flowers by her pathway
  For it seems the best you know,
Then to tend a sacred earth mound
  Where the pure white flowers grow.