Her home was her castle where wee baby hands

Brought her more wealth than the orient-lands

Yielded a king in his royal estate.

Up before sunrise, she labored till late

In toiling and loving--and sighing perhaps.

(Dear gentle Mother, her love still enwraps.)

She taught us the beauty in lowliest things;

To reach to the stars ... Her kiss took the stings

Away from our failures--You could not defeat

The spirit of her--Her clear voice carolled sweet

In singing us lullabies, gave healing balm.

Her smile had the power to chasten and calm.

She taught us the strength of a life that is clean;

The value and glory of work's earnest mien.

She mothered her ten with a joy so complete

That Heaven was found in the path of her feet.