English Poem – A True Mother’s Love – Patarica D. Nunn

A mother’s love is consistent
and patient, it will never fade.
A mother’s love is warm and
compassionate, even in the
shade. A mother’s love will
always help you through the
weakest hours. A mother’s love
is always like a bouquet of
flowers. A mother’s love is
strong and will never steer
you wrong. A true mother’s
love is beautiful in many ways.
A true mother’s love is sincere
and it takes a mother’s love to
conquer our fears. A true mother’s
love knows the depth of love. A
true mother’s love is contentment,
just like God’s love. My mother’s
love is absolutely all of the above.

Poem – My Mother – Ann Taylor

Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
Ann Taylor
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Poem – For a Naughty Little Girl – Ann Taylor

My sweet little girl should be cheerful and mild
She must not be fretful and cry!
Oh! why is this passion? remember, my child,
GOD sees you, who lives in the sky.

That dear little face, that I like so to kiss,
How alter’d and sad it appears!
Do you think I can love you so naughty as this,
Or kiss you, all wetted with tears?

Remember, though GOD is in Heaven, my love,
He sees you within and without,
And always looks down, from His glory above,
To notice what you are about.

If I am not with you, or if it be dark,
And nobody is in the way,
His eye is as able your doings to mark,
In the night as it is in the day.

Then dry up your tears and look smiling again,
And never do things that are wrong;
For I’m sure you must feel it a terrible pain,
To be naughty and crying so long.

We’ll pray, then, that GOD may your passion forgive,
And teach you from evil to fly;
And then you’ll be happy as long as you live,
And happy whenever you die.
Ann Taylor
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