Show MM ah 44 HI iliin wt calfe f jawer day and so we talk of mothers day I 1 well I 1 knew mother long before there was such a day then it seems every day was mothers day 10 in those days mother was young she had black hair and hazel eyes she had the best voice in our little mountain choir I 1 can hear it yet clear as a meadowlarks meadow larks tuneful as an angels an grels echoing among the hills mother molher was active what could she not do she was equally atheme at home caring for the sick t laying out the dead As at leading a cotillion A or managing a party 1 op vr mother now has white hair fil filmy 1 my as a cloud that rises above om rl valleys but her eyes are the same deep calm hazel eyes i after nearly four score years she is still active alert youthful she still loves and I 1 still love every day is mothers day with me but this day shall be different ill voice my love to mother my mother is your mother too merely one of thousands of mothers mother S I 1 to all such we you and I 1 dedicate T i mothers day 1 HARRISON PI MERRILL poet lariat |