Who sat and watched my infant head <br />When sleeping on my cradle bed, <br />And tears of sweet affection shed? <br />My Mother. <br /> <br /> <br />When pain and sickness made me cry, <br />Who gazed upon my heavy eye, <br />And wept for fear that I should die? <br />My Mother. <br /> <br />Who taught my infant lips to pray <br />And love God’s holy book and day, <br />And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way? <br />My Mother. <br /> <br />And can I ever cease to be <br />Affectionate and kind to thee, <br />Who wast so very kind to me, <br />My Mother? <br /> <br />Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear, <br />And if God please my life to spare <br />I hope I shall reward they care, <br />My Mother. <br /> <br />When thou art feeble, old and grey, <br />My healthy arm shall be thy stay, <br />And I will soothe thy pains away, <br />My Mother.<br /><br />Ann Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mother-100/
