My Mother Poem by Ann Taylor

My Mother

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Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.

Bayo Salawu 01 December 2011

Nice poem for our greatest gods-our mothers. keep it up

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Oyeyemi sunday 26 November 2021

It is very great indeed you write this on my birthday date. December 1

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Bayo Adegbola 14 December 2012

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'

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* Sunprincess * 30 May 2014

...........this is a beautiful dedication....absolutely love this poem....

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Boluwatife 14 June 2021

Very good

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Ogunsanmi Augustine 24 March 2022

There's no one like mother to me

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Tobi 10 March 2022

hep me

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Tobi 10 March 2022

I dot no

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tobi 09 March 2022

thanks all mothrs

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Omoregha Banke 31 January 2022

This poem is amazing.It talks about how mother's are so precious

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Ann Taylor

Colchester, England
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