I should be posting my reading notes but I have yet to write them so here’s a poem I learned as a child.
Who sat and watched my infant head
when sleeping on my cradle be
And tears of sweet affection shed?
When pain and sickness made me cry
Who gazed upon my weary eye
And cried for fear that I should die?
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s Holy book night and day
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant ways?
Ah, no, the though I cannot bear
And if God please my life to spare
I pray I shall reward thy care
When thou art feeble old and gray
My healthy arm shall be thy stay
And I will soothe thy pains away
Happy Mother’s Day