My Mother

If I were asked to give a thought which in one word would speak

A unity of brotherhood, a sympathy complete,

A hundred happy cheery ways, a mind that knows its own,

Contented midst a throng of folk, yet peaceful when alone,

A heart that sheds its silent glow, to brighten many another,

Without a moment of .delay, I'd say, "You mean my mother."

Anon.