Somebody's Mother

 The woman was old and ragged,and gray

And bent with the chill of the winter's day...

The street was wet with a recent snow,

and the woman's feet were aged and slow.....

She stood at the crossing and waited  long....

Alone, uncared for, amid the throng,

Of human beings who passed her by

Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eyes....

Down the street, with laughter and shout,

Glad in the freedom of school let out...

Came the boys like a flock of sheep,

Hailing the snow piled white and deep,

past the woman so old and gray....

Hastened the children on their way

Nor offering a helping hand to her

So meek, so timid, afraid to stir

Lest the carriage wheels or the horses,

feet, Should crowd her down in the,

slippery street....

At last came one of the merry troop,

The gayest laddie of all the group.

He paused beside her and whispered  low,

I'll help you cross, if you wish to go".

Her aged hand on his strong young,

arm She placed and so without,

hurt or harm he guided the trembling

feet along

Proud that his own were firm and strong

Than back again to his friends he went,

His young heart happy and well content....

"She's somebody's mother,

boys you know For all she's aged and poor and slow

And I hope some fellow will lend a,

hand To help my mother,

you understand,

If ever she's poor and old and gray,

When her own children is far away

of just don't have the time to care"

And "somebody's mother bowed her,

head in her home that night and

the prayer she said was,

God be kind to that noble boy,

Who is somebody's son, and pride and  joy"...

Be kind, respect the older

people cause they're somebody

mother, somebody father, somebody

sister or brother and for those

who're bless to still have a mother

and/or a father spend time with

them cause they took care of you

when you couldn't take care of yourself.

Have a nice day

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