A Mother's Day Poem from 1925

Mothers

by Mary Carolyn Davies

Mothers!

The gray-haired mother, whose successful sons and

happy daughters bring flowers and love -

The young girl-wife, with her first baby in her arms -

The mother of seven, struggling against poverty,

and fear and want, but keeping the six patched and

mended and in school, and the baby clean - 

The mother in the shack on the prairie, in the 

homestead on the range, in the mountains far from

church or neighbors, who becomes church and

neighbors and civilization to her children -

The average mother of the average family, with the 

average amount of bills and worries over Johnny's

measles and Mary's beaus - 

Mothers!

May Providence strengthen them to go on with

high hearts for another year -- when we will again bear

loving gifts of white carnations or, if far from them,

send our grateful telegram.

Mothers! God bless them.

printed in The Delineator, 1925