Mother

Mother

Mother is a little girl who trod my path before me;

Just a bigger, wiser little girl who ran ahead-

Bigger, wiser, stronger girl who always watches o’er me,

One who knows the pitfalls in the rugged road I tread.

Mother is a playmate who will always treat me kindly-

Playmate who will yield me what true happiness demands.

She will never let my feet stray into brambles blindly-

Mother’s just a bigger little girl who understands.

Mother is an older little playmate who’ll befriend me-

Yesteryear she travelled in the path that’s mine today.

Never need I fear a foe from which she might defend me-

Faithful little pal who ran ahead and learned the way.

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To my beautiful mother Lee - I love you

I don't know who wrote this poem, but it is taken from page 6 of Rachel Ashwell's book 'My Rooms, Treasures and Trinkets'