MY MOTHER.

 
   

Waen the stars begin to twinkle
And the darkness slowly falls,
When the warm glow of the firelight
Plays with shadows on. the walls,

I climb into my mother’s lap,
Put my arms about her tight,

And we sit and talk together
Till Amanda brings the light.

She tells me pretty stories
Of what happened long ago;
She sings her old songs for me °
In a voice so sweet and low.

She’s the very dearest mother
In all the world, I know;
And she only holds me closer

When I hug and tell her so.

M. E. B, EMERY,