Mothers never change, I guess, <br />In their tender thoughtfulness. <br />Makes no difference that you grow <br />Up to forty years or so, <br />Once you cough, you'll find that she <br />Sees you as you used to be, <br />An' she wants to tell to you <br />All the things that you must do. <br />Just show symptoms of a cold, <br />She'll forget that you've grown old. <br />Though there's silver in your hair, <br />Still you need a mother's care, <br />An' she'll ask you things like these: <br />'You still wearing b. v. d.'s? <br />Summer days have long since gone, <br />You should have your flannels on.' <br />Grown and married an' maybe <br />Father of a family, <br />But to mother you are still <br />Just her boy when you are ill; <br />Just the lad that used to need <br />Plasters made of mustard seed; <br />An' she thinks she has to see <br />That you get your flaxseed tea. <br />Mothers never change, I guess, <br />In their tender thoughtfulness. <br />All her gentle long life through <br />She is bent on nursing you; <br />An' although you may be grown, <br />She still claims you for her own, <br />An' to her you'll always be <br />Just a youngster at her knee.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unchangeable-mother/
