Ogden Evening Standard | 1911-07-20 | Page 5 | Today's Bit of Verse

TODAY'S BIT OF VERSE. Just a Little Mother. She's just a little mother In a cabin far away; Since I kissed her In the gloaming 'tis forever" and a day. In my dreams I hear her calling, calling call-ing o'er the weary sea, "Come ye back to Ballyshannou, Katy dear, come back to me." She's standing in the doorway, filling up tho space, When tho kerchief o'er her bosom and the frills around hor face; She is smiling as Our Lady smiles above the Holy Child, ' And my heart runs forth to mcotNher o'er tho wasto of waters wild, , In tho great house whore I'm serving folk, are ever kind to mo, But they do not guess my yearning for tho cabin over sen, Wage I earn and wage I send her, yet I cannot longer bide, I musj seek my little mother, I must nestle at her side. She's just a little mother in a cabiq far away; Since I klsspd her in tho gloaming 'tis forever and a day, lu my dreams she's calling, calling! "Mother, darling, yes I'll come. I'll go back to Ballyshannon, to my mother and my home." Margaret E. Sangster in Woman's, Home Companion