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Edgar Guest - MotherhoodEdgar Guest - Motherhood
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I wonder if he`ll stop to think, When the long years have traveled by, Who heard his plea: "I want a drink!" Who was the first to hear him cry? I wonder if he will recall The patience of her and the smile, The kisses after every fall, The love that lasted all the while? I wonder, as I watch them there, If he`ll remember, when he`s grown, How came the silver in her hair And why her loveliness has flown? Yet thus my mother did for me, Night after night and day by day, For such a care I used to be, As such a boy I used to play. I know that I was always sure Of tenderness at mother`s knee, That every hurt of mine she`d cure, And every fault she`d fail to see. But who recalls the tears she shed, And all the wishes gratified, The eager journeys to his bed, I took for granted, just as he, The boundless love that mother gives, But watching them I`ve come to see Time teaches every man who lives How much of him is not his own; And now I know the countless ways By which her love for me was shown, And I recall forgotten days. Perhaps some day a little chap As like him as he`s now like me, Shall climb into his mother`s lap, For comfort and for sympathy, And he shall know what now I know, And see through eyes a trifle dim, The mother of the long ago Who daily spent her strength for him.
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