by Sudie Stuart Hager
How can I tell a mother's worth?
By a song of the all-sustaining eart:
The earth that watches young plants rise
With arms outstretched to the distant skies;
The earth that gives them zeal to grow
But keeps their eager roots in tow;
That urges them to stand up proud,
Sustains them when their heads are bowed,
And strengthens them to face again
The thrusts of wind and hail and rain,
So they may bloom, bear fruit and seed
To meet the hungering, tired world's need.
I sing of the kindly, nurturing earthTo tell of a mother's priceless worth.