Show 11 E TALK OF ERS DAY and so we talk of 0 mother a day well I 1 knew mother molher loing before there was such a day then it seems every day was mother mothers a day in those days mother was young she had black in her hair and hazel eyes she had the best voice in our little mount mountain ln choir I 1 can hear it yet clear as a meadowlark meadowlarks s tuneful is an angel angels s echoing among the hills mother was active what could she not do doa she was equally at hoenie caring for the sick laying out the dead and preaching a seimon sermon 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 some deep calm hazel eyes after nearly four wore years she is still active alert youthful she still loves and I 1 still lowe every day is mother mothers s day with me but chist day shall be different 11 voice my love to mother my mother is your mother too merely botne of thousands of mother to all such we you yoo and I 1 dedicate mother s day I 1 harrison R merrill poet lariat |