There
were babies, Oh God bless them !
1-2-3-4-5
and more
And
for ways to feed and clothe them
Oft
her brow was furrowed o?er
At
the long and outstretched table
There
was set a goodly hoard
And
the uncles, aunts and cousins
Ever
gathered at that board
Uncle
Frank and dear Aunt Maggie
Were
the names we often heard
But
the cost and hard work garnered
To
these guests, it never occurred
They
enjoyed the simple living
Far
away from city din
And
each year when came vacation
All
their children tumbled in
Cousins
came from Cincinnati
And
Toledo, Elkhart too
And
a bunch of them from Cleveland
More
prolific each branch grew
But
dear good old Aunt Maggie
With
her cookies, filled her churn
Made
that sweet good homemade butter
Baked
her bread, but e?er did yearn
Eyes
are dim now, lovely waiting
Tired
hands are folded now
Steps
are slow and weak and faltering
Care
worn furrows crease her brow
Long
years gone so gay and sunny
She
was young and husband beside her
She
came laughing to a clapboard house
A
vision now of bride, a blurr
Planted
roses by the doorstep
Laughter
in her Irish eyes
Hopes
were peeping through the window
But
alas! , How soon they died
All
the land was rough and rugged
Swamps
and bushes everywhere
Toil
and illness soon came running
Everywhere
they needed her care
But
her youth would smile and answer
We
will win and never fear
Yet
those hands became more careworn
As
year goes into years
For
a little peace and quiet
Not
quite such a heavy load
But
instead now came the parents
Marching
down that dusty road
I can
hear that noise and laughter
From
my childhood?s happy days
Also
I wondered why my Mother
Never
joined it, she had such quiet ways
When
the table groaned with victuals
Such
as she could only spread
And
the guests were all surrounded
Suddenly,
dear Mother fled
For
outside in the orchard
To
the old chain swing she crept
And
while they all ate and feasted
She
would swing and wipe the sweat
From
her creased and care lined forehead
And
they all would call her queer
Wondered
why she never mingled
With
them in their merry cheer
Then
when they had fully feasted
Out
they went back in the sun
Mother
crept through the back doorway
Washed
those dishes everyone!
Tended
babies, did the washing
Scrubbed
and cooked from morn til night
And
we often heard the humming
Of
her sewing machine a going
By
a flickering kerosene light
So
the years in quick succession
Saw
her grow both weak and old
But
the burdens never lifted
From
those shoulders hopes grew cold
Something
stern and hard and better
Formed
within that care worn form
Who
had never known an idle day
Since
the time when she was born
Now
she?s old and worn and fragile
As
a weak and tender flower
But
I?d love to gather roses
Place
her in a leafy bower
She?s
my Mother. May God Bless Her!
And
her worried care worn brow
Bless
the scars that she has garnered
From
the toil that?s over now
Please
restore to her the love light
In
those dancing Irish eyes
Fill
her heart with love and laughter
Let
her smile with sweet surprise
There
are long lost hopes long buried
Dig
them up and let them grow
Please
restore the inky blackness
To
that hair now white with snow
Give
back youth and merry laughter
All
the bright dreams she once had
Send
her down another pathway
Where?s
there?s naught to make her sad.
I
Love You Mother, Lillie