Show wt we zalk of i ap and so we talk of mothers day well I 1 knew mother long before there ther ewas waa such a day then it seems every day was was mothers day 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 i I 1 I 1 tuneful as an angels echoing among the hills mother was active what could she not do she was equally at home caring for the sick laying out the dead As at leading a cotillion or managing a party mother now has white hair filmy as a cloud that rises above our valleys but her eyes are the same deep calm hazel eyes after nearly four score years sears she is still active mert alert youthful W she still loves and I 1 still love every day is mothers day with me but this day shall be different ill III voice my love to mother r my mother is your mother too merely one of thousands of mothers rii to all such we you and I 1 dedicate mothers day I 1 HARRISON R MERRILL poet lariat 44 i |