Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
by Jane Taylor: My Mother
Youth fades; love droops, the leaves of friendship fall;
A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
by Oliver Wendell Holmes: A Mother’s Secret
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of children.
by W.M. Thackeray: Vanity Fair
That best academy, a mother’s knee.
by James Russell Lowell: The Cathedral
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
by William Ross Wallace: What Rules the World
If only I was the Fellow
While walking down a crowded
City street the other day,
I heard a little urchin
To a comrade turn and say,
“Say, Chimmey, lemme tell youse,
I’d be happy as a clam
If I only was de feller dat
Me mudder t’inks I am.
She t’inks I am a wonder,
An’ she knows her little lad
Could never mix wit’ nuttin’
Dat was ugly, mean or bad.
Oh, lot o’ times I sit and t’ink
How nice, ‘twould be, gee whiz!
If a feller was de feller
Dat his mudder t’inks he is.”
My friends, be yours a life of toil
Or undiluted joy,
You can learn a wholesome lesson
From that small, untutored boy.
Don’t aim to be an earthly saint,
With eyes fixed on a star:
Just try to be the fellow that
Your mother thinks you are.
Will S. Adkin
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