Lest We Forget.

A poem for mothers

Sarah C read this at a Mother/Daughter Tea.

She came tonight as I sat alone, the girl I used to be...

And she gazed at me with her ernest eye

And questioned reproachfuly;

Have you forgotten the many plans

And hopes that I had for you?

The greater career, the splendid fame

All the wonderful things to do?

Where is the mansion of stately height

With all its gardens rare?

The silken robes that I dreamed for you

And the jewels in your hair?

And as she spoke, I was very sad

For I wanted her pleased with me...

This slendor girl from the shadowy past

The girl I used to be.

So gently rising, I took her hand,

And guided her up the stair

Where peacefully sleeping,

My babies lay

Innocent, sweet and fair.

And told her that these are

my only gems,

And precious they are to me;

That silken robe is my motherhood

of costly simplicity.

And my mansion of statly height is love,

And the only career I know

is serving each day in these

sheltered walls

For the dear ones who come

and go.

And as I spoke to my shadowy guest

She smiled through her tears at me.

and saw that the woman that I am now

Pleased the girl that I used to be.

Author Unknown