Where’s Mother?

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 6, 1910

“Where’s Mother?”

BURSTING in from school or play, This is what the children say, Trooping, crowding, big and small, On the threshold, in the hall, Joining in the constant cry, Ever as the days go by, “Where’s mother?”

From the weary bed of pain This same question comes again; From the boy with sparkling eyes, Bearing home his earliest prize; From the bronzed and bearded son, Labors past and honors won, “Where’s mother?”

Burdened with a lonely task, One day we may vainly ask For the comfort of her face, For the rest of her embrace; Let us love her while we may; Well for us that we can say, “Where’s mother?”

Mother with untiring hands At the post of duty stands, Patient, seeking not her own, Anxious for the good alone Of the children as they cry, Ever as the days go by, “Where’s mother?”

— Selected.