Never a sigh for the cares that she bore for me <br /> Never a thought of the joys that flew by; <br />Her one regret that she couldn't do more for me, <br /> Thoughtless and selfish, her Master was I. <br /> <br />Oh, the long nights that she came at my call to me! <br /> Oh, the soft touch of her hands on my brow! <br />Oh, the long years that she gave up her all to me! <br /> Oh, how I yearn for her gentleness now! <br /> <br />Slave to her baby! Yes, that was the way of her, <br /> Counting her greatest of services small; <br />Words cannot tell what this old heart would say of her, <br /> Mother — the sweetest and fairest of all.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-508/
