Somebody’s Mother |
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The woman was old and ragged and gray | |
And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day. | |
The street was wet with a recent snow | |
And the woman’s feet were aged and slow. | |
She stood at the crossing and waited long, | |
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng | |
Of human beings who passed her by | |
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eyes. | |
Down the street, with laughter and shout, | |
Glad in the freedom of “school let out,” | |
Came the boys like a flock of sheep, | |
Hailing the snow piled white and deep. | |
Past the woman so old and gray | |
Hastened the children on their way. | |
Nor offered a helping hand to her – | |
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir | |
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses’ feet | |
Should crowd her down in the slippery street. | |
At last came one of the merry troop, | |
The gayest laddie of all the group; | |
He paused beside her and whispered low, | |
“I’ll help you cross, if you wish to go.” | |
Her aged hand on his strong young arm | |
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm, | |
He guided the trembling feet along, | |
Proud that his own were firm and strong. | |
Then back again to his friends he went, | |
His young heart happy and well content. | |
“She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know, | |
For all she’s aged and poor and slow, | |
“And I hope some fellow will lend a hand | |
To help my mother, you understand, | |
“If ever she’s poor and old and gray, | |
When her own dear boy is far away.” | |
And “somebody’s mother” bowed low her head | |
In her home that night, and the prayer she said | |
Was “God be kind to the noble boy, | |
Who is somebody’s son, and pride and joy!” | |
— Written by: Mary Dow Brine | |
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A Good Lad
June 5, 2015 by kmabarrett
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