My Mother

Who sat and watched 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 gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
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.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.

by Ann Taylor

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I really love this poem right from my nursery class
Hi, I love this Poem My Mother 10th std studied in my memorable moments. I like so very much, In this world Gift of God a Great Mother. This poem reading in my 25 years return back to chilldhood life. I dont forget in my end of the life...Great My Mother.. Thank you so very much God gift of mother in this world...
the one i want is who fed me from her gentle breast
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