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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER'S HERITAGE, by HELEN C. SMITH
First Line: My mother's voice! Fond memory can no richer
Last Line: I would that I might leave as rich a heritage behind.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: My mother's voice! Fond memory can no richer
Last Line: I would that I might leave as rich a heritage behind.
Subject(s): Mothers
MY mother's voice! Fond memory can no richer treasure bring.
No songs are half so sweet to me as those she used to sing,
No tales so well remembered are as those rehearsed to me,
A happy, trusting little child, beside my mother's knee.
My mother, when I think of all thy self-forgetting zeal,
That sought another's grief to share, another's woes to heal;
The little shining deeds of love the world not often sees,
Ah me! I cannot count the worth of blessings such as these!
But still in fadeless memories they are treasured every one,
Those little golden threads of life her hands so deftly spon;
And often as in revery they come again to mind,
I would that I might leave as rich a heritage behind.
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