A Poem for MothersMother's Day Poem
"This many and many a year since then,

And the old house on the hill

No longer echoes to childish feet

And the yard is still, so still.

But I see it all, as the shadows creep,

And though many the years have been

Since then, I can hear mother ask,

"Are all the children in?"

I wonder if when the shadow fall

On the last short, earthly day,

When we shall say good-bye to the world outside,

All tired with our childish play,

When we step out into the Other land

Where mother so long has been,

Will we hear her ask, just as of old,

Are all the children in?"

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