Who sat and watched my infant head, When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed,
MY MOTHER.
When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eyes, And wept for fear that I should die,
MY MOTHER.
Who taught my infant lips to pray, And love God's holy book and day......
MY MOTHER.
By Ann Taylor
Describe Your Mum In One Word
