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