Every day is mother's day
Tempting, puzzling, dear,
Bumps to kiss and cuts to bind,
And sorry hearts to cheer;
Willful ways to coax aright,
And laggard souls to hurry
Holes to patch and meals to plan,
And lots of chance to worry.
But troubles bloom to wisdom,
Patience grows to power,
And love, that was the reason,
Is the wage for each crammed hour.
And every day that mothers make
Diligent and sweet,
Speeds the time till that great day
When hope and harvest meet.
--Selected
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