The Mother by Edith M. Walker

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jun 3, 1908

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 34, No. 23.

The Mother.

By Edith M. Walker

I KNOW that he is a man now, great and wise, Wiser than I, his mother, worn and old. He sees with wide, clear vision earth and skies, And hath for right a knowledge firm and bold. I love to think it is so, and that I Have given of my best to form him so, That he might have the strength to pass me by, Did I obstruct the path his soul must go. Yet, looking at him, oft I see again The little child, with stumbling footsteps, try To reach me with his childish joy or pain, Loving me over all things far or nigh: He seems my baby still, and only mine, Tho far beyond me doth his being shine. —Edith M. Walker.