(30 January 1782 - 20 December 1866 / Colchester, England)

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.

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I love this poem so mxh. It makes me appreciate motherhood. I love my mum.
I love you mum,i pray may almaity father in heaven spare your life to enjoy the fruith of ur labour
How can i write a poem like that, it's just so emotional and i like it so much it makes me cry and petty mothers
ilove this poem
I always cry when i sing this poem
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