WHY DO MOTHERS EVER FRET?

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Mar 7, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 10.

WHY DO MOTHERS EVER FRET?

I WONDER so that mothers ever fret At little children clinging to their gown; Or that the footprints, when the days are wet, Are ever black enough to make them frown. If I could find a little muddy boot, Or cap, or jacket on my chamber floor; If I could kiss a rosy, restless foot, And hear it patter in my house once more;

If I could mend a broken cart-to-day, To-morrow make a kite to reach the sky, There is no woman in God's world could say She was more blissfully content than I. But ah! the dainty pillow next my own Is never rumpled by a shining head, My singing birdling from its nest is flown— The little boy I used to kiss is dead. —Selected.