Mother - A Poem

 Mother 

By Annie Winfrey Meek 

My Mother dear is sweeter far 
Than all the lovely ladies are. 
Kindness is written on her face; 
She scatters joy in every place; 

She makes, wherever she may be, 

A glad and happy place for me. 

Her hands are swift, her heart is 

High honor ever is her due; 

My love is hers, and year by year 

She seems more lovely and more dear.

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NORMAL INSTRUCTOR AND PRIMARY PLANS May 1925