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Mothers
Planning for the
little people,
That they may grow brave and true;
Active brain and busy fingers,
While the precious seedtime lingers,
Guiding, guarding, hoping, fearing,
Waiting for the harvest nearing, --
This is what the mothers do.
Playing with the
little people
Sweet old games forever new,
Coaxing, cuddling, cooing, kissing,
Baby's every grief dismissing,
Laughing, sighing, soothing, singing,
While the happy days are winging, --
This is what the mothers do.
-- Mary
L.C.Robinsin (in A Mother's Year, 1905)
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