THE "MOTHER'S ROOM." by Harper's Young People

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, Cal. · Apr 2, 1896

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 22, No. 14.

THE "MOTHER'S ROOM."

By Harper's Young People

I'm awfully sorry for poor Jack Roe. He's the boy that lives with his aunt, you know; And he says his house is filled with gloom, Because it has got no "mother's room." I tell you what, it is fine enough To talk of "boudoirs" and such fancy stuff, But the room of rooms that seems best to me, The room where I'd always rather be, Is mother's room, where a fellow can rest, And talk of the things his heart loves best.

What if I do get dirt about, And sometimes startle my aunt with a shout? It is mother's room, and, if she don't mind, To the hints of others I'm always blind. Maybe I lose my things—what then? In mother's room I find them again. And I've never denied that I litter the floor With marbles and tops and many things more; But I tell you, for boys with a tired head, It is jolly to rest it on mother's bed.

Now poor Jack Roe, when he visits me, I take him to mother's room, you see, Because it's the nicest place to go When a fellow's spirits are getting low. And mother, she's always kind and sweet, And there's always a smile poor Jack to greet, And somehow the sunbeams seem to glow More brightly in mother's room, I know, Than anywhere else, and you'll never find gloom Or any old shadow in mother's room. —Harper's Young People.