Mother
A Mothers’ Day Letter From A College Boy To His Mother
Mother dear, my heart is thinking
Of your love this Sabbath day,
Of the things that you are doing
In that “home” so far away.
Things don’t seem the same this Sabbath,
Church bells have a sweeter tone;
And the flowers by the wayside
Speak a language all your own.
I’ve been thinking of the fortunes
That have fallen in my way,
Of the great and many blessings
That are mine from day to day,
But there’s one among all others
That before me I can see,
And it tells me of my Mother’s
Tender care and love for me.
When I think of how you helped me
When I met with trials hard,
How you sacrificed your pleasures,
How for me your hands were scarred;
Then to me there comes the feeling
That from me is honor due,
And the one to whom I owe it
Is to Mother dear— to you.
I’ve been bad at times and trying,
And other things that I’ll not name;
But in trial, joy, or friendship
You have always been the same.
You have guided me and taught me;
You have left out not one thing;
You’ve presented me with riches
That excel those of a king.
So to-day these things confront me,
And I gladly here confess
That from you, my dearest Mother,
Comes my joy and happiness.
But I know I cannot pay you—
Gold and silver wont suffice,
But I’ll live a life that’s worthy
Of your loving sacrifice.
—Monteith Harper.
Alternate Reading: I Timothy 4: 6-16.