A Rose for Mother

What is the worth of a mother’s love?
Much more than a child can tell.
What is its strength or its fierce, deep pride?
It can vanquish fires of hell.
What is its depth? It is deep as night;
Sure as the coming of day.
It scatters blossoms of love and light
To banish my fears away.
What can I give to this mother mine
Whose worth and whose love I bear?
Give her a rose, fresh and full of life
To show her you really care.

– Circa 1927

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