Mothers Love
I saw the picture below and a Poem by Ann Taylor came to my mind
My mother
Who fed me from her gentle breast, And hush'd me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet hushaby, And rock'd me that I should not cry?
My Mother.
Who sat and watch'd 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 gaz'd upon my heavy eye, And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who drest my doll in clothes so gay, And taught me pretty how to play, And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well?
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.
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My mother
Who fed me from her gentle breast, And hush'd me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet hushaby, And rock'd me that I should not cry?
My Mother.
Who sat and watch'd 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 gaz'd upon my heavy eye, And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who drest my doll in clothes so gay, And taught me pretty how to play, And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well?
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.
Happy world Peotry day
#Peotry
#HelloNircle
