I Love Old Mothers

By Mabel Law Atkinson

In the process of scanning old papers today, I ran across this poem by my grandmother:

I love old mothers in whose eyes
We find the calm of summer skies.
And in whose aging, paling cheek
Are faded roses, fair and meek;

Old mothers with the soft white hair
Like clouds of Heaven resting there;
Within whose tender, fond caress
Is felt the power to soothe and bless;

Old mothers in whose youthful hearts
The warming sun of springtime starts
And overflows in happy smiles
And bring contentment to the miles

We needs must travel every day …
Dear mothers showing us the way
To walk the path their feet have trod …
Sweet mothers leading us to God.