Remembrance

Thoughts of mother often come to me As the days and years go fleeting by. In fancy the kitchen shelves I see Covered with paper, I wondered why She scalloped them artistically With cut designs that so pleased the eye?

I recall the ever faithful care She gave her children with pure delight It seemed she was anxious to prepare All things needful to keep the home right. She never failed to offer a prayer At morning, at noon, and then at night.

Dear mother filled so many places, For righteousness she earnestly strove. She washed the four dear little faces Many times a day with tender love, And filled up all the extra spaces Teaching of heavenly things above.