Who fed me from her gentle breast –
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed? – My mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet lullaby,
And rocked me that I should not cry? – My mother.
Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping in my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed? – My mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die? – My mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the part to make it well? – My mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
To love God’s holy word and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way? – My mother.
And can I ever cease to be,
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me – My mother.
Oh, no, the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care – My mother.
When thou art feeble, old, and gray;
My healthy arm shall be thy stay;
And I will soothe thy pains away – My mother.
And when I see thee hang thy head,
‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed – My mother.
“But we were gentle among you, like a mother caring for her little children.” – 1 Thes 2:7
“Her children arise and call her blessed.” – Prov 31:28
Editor’s note - When the Lord presented unto Israel the ten commandments, in the middle of them was the command to “honor your father and mother” (Exo 20:12). Paul repeated this command for us, describing it as “the first commandment with promise” (Eph 6:2). Yes, our mothers are to be honored, and today is a special day set aside in our country for this purpose. As we reflect upon our mothers today, may we never forget all they have done for us.