Her home was her castle where wee baby hands
Brought her more wealth than the orient-lands
Yielded a king in his royal estate.
Up before sunrise, she labored till late
In toiling and loving--and sighing perhaps.
(Dear gentle Mother, her love still enwraps.)
She taught us the beauty in lowliest things;
To reach to the stars ... Her kiss took the stings
Away from our failures--You could not defeat
The spirit of her--Her clear voice carolled sweet
In singing us lullabies, gave healing balm.
Her smile had the power to chasten and calm.
She taught us the strength of a life that is clean;
The value and glory of work's earnest mien.
She mothered her ten with a joy so complete
That Heaven was found in the path of her feet.
