The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-05-14
Barometer of Public Opinion
Mother o. Mine.


And am longing to bo with you OF yore.
II would mako my heart rejoice,
Just TO hear your gentle voice,
And TO have you ciasp me In your arms once
more.
on thls sacred day Of days. doar Mother o. Mine,
I recall tho happy days that now are past
And most anything ia give,
II those days | could ro-livc.
But the memory OF them shall always last.
what pal you've been to me, oh Mother o.
Mine,
Always ready to share my dIsappointments and
cares
nut fear rvc burdcned you
When at times did feel blue.
And all seemed to go dead wrong with my
affairs.
Words of cheer you always had for me. Mother
o. Mine.
And they helped me more than can ever tell.
They made my burdens lighter.
And everything seemed brighter
But how could II he otherwise, from one | love
80 well.
You arc Just as dear to me, precious Mother
AS when wee. little child / played at your
Could I be with you today.
ia whisper In your and say,
you are Just as sweet and dear as a mother
could be-"
sapupa, May II. MAUD ABBIE DRAKE.
ode To the Carnation Dedicated TO Mothers Day.
Sweet flower Of remembrance on thy tall stem
reclining
Grace. beauty and strength with n fragrance
combining,
Dcst thou dream Of the wealth OF affection
which springs,
From thy pure peary petals with love laden
wings?
From the ranks OF the humble Of earth thy
swift flight
Where obscurys veil hid attractions from
sight
To place high and brlsht on tho worlds scroll
Of fame,
Where with choicest OF beauties. is written
thy name
Dear symbol OF love, since loves tender care
Hath made thee so sturdy. SO fragrant. so fair,
Around thee Its esscnce is waited on air.
Like tho breath OF sweet tender cadence of
prayer
Fair vision of purlty--clcar. guileess and free,
Climbing upward and onward Gods sunlight to
Absorbing the good as the moments require.
Leaving ever beneath thee. the dregs and the
mirc.
Loved flower of the nation. growing dearer each
Fulfilling thy mission. drawing hearts ever
Most fitting to be, chosen emblem sublime.
Awaking deep thoughts OF purpose divine
True model Of patience linked with unchang.
ing plan.
How like source of life with fixed goal to
scan,
With nnfalterlng steps, rest no ropriove.
only hoping at last well done" to receive.
Thy yearning for beauty. for strength and for
light,
Find an answering chord in the souls gallant
Thy springtlme and autumn-the vhoIs iour
ney through.
Is reflected In hearts which are human and
true.
Throush thy stages OF growth. through heat
From the earliest dawn. TN thy last petals
| All thy hopes dlsappolntments victories strug.
Dies ana fears,
Are but echoes Of life with It's smiles and It's
tears.
| Fond emblem OF motherhood-cartb,. hos, Ala
| dem. ~
Bow In reverence thy blossom thrill with rap
For as such from thy kindred. higher dearer
thou art,
Filling, eyelids with moisture. with fond mem.
| ortes the heart.
| Sweet motherhood flower mid tbv hoar,,, an,
Forever enshrne for earths children. face
CAIN, patient and true-strangely like TO none
Transhgnred by love-the. dear face Of a
| mother.
=. Read by the author, Mrs c. s, workman ot
| commerce, at the Third District Federation OF
! Nomen's clubs. May 4. 1929, at Wagner, Okla
| Thought FOR Mothers Day.
MOTHERS sometimes seem nuisance, I'm told
| hy the youngster who's chuck fun OF vim
| whose action" no doubt, have caused her &c
or as punishment made him stay in
| Mhen The gangs playing ball, or swimmin'
|
lie can scarcely believe that his act was n sin
| Or that mother was right, that's fact.
| 7 wonder sometimes ic a kid only knew
| HOW II feels when your mother Is dead
| ANA you're left all alone without even a 500
| or a pace you can pillow your head
| Nhen you're shifted about without loves cuid
| ing hand '
| IN mes stream as II rushos 80 fast
| II then they could see, or perhaps understan n,
| Mothers love guiding them to the last
! ! KNOW how It feels to struggle alone.
| And long for home to be in.
| Mother God bless her passed on tn her thron,
| Beiore | knew goodness from sin.
I've knocked round the world in most ever,
| port,
| And believe me, it's lonesome and blue
| without "A memory OF mother to guide ant
| support
When the world seems arrayed AGAINST you.
So listen my boy my girl, while you may.
! To mothers advice and be glad
| That God In his mercy is letting her stay
| To love you and cheer you when sad.
| There's naught in this world can ever replac,
| The love Of your mother so true,
! So strive every day, with kind smiling face
To show mother your love for her too.
| Tulsa, May IL ANON