Mother's Day

Mother, Home And Heaven by Mary J. Muekb:

Here are three words that sweetly blend,

That on the heart are graven;
A precious soothing balm they lend
They're Mother, Home and Heaven!

They twine a wreath of beauteous flowers,

Which, placed on memory's urn,
Will e'en the longest, gloomiest hours

To golden sunlight turn!

They form a chain whose every link

Is free from base alloy,
A stream where whosoever drinks

Will find refreshing joy!

They build an altar where each day

Love's offering is renewed;
And peace illumes with genial ray

Life's darkened solitude!

If from our side the first has fled,

And home be but a name,
Let's strive the narrow path to tread,

That we the last may gain!

Quoted from Golden Thoughts On Mother, Home And Heaven.