Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
This is heavenly inspired, God bless the generations of Ann Taylor. And the children that sing poem remember you for good, Inspired by Him alone. Just for Mother, We need one for 'My father'
...........this is a beautiful dedication....absolutely love this poem....
A Mind blowing poem for our earthly God.
What a great poem
I really love this poem may god bless all generation of ann taylor
It's so good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem for our greatest gods-our mothers. keep it up
It is very great indeed you write this on my birthday date. December 1