The Goodest Mother

: Boys And Girls Bookshelf

Evening was falling, cold and dark,

And people hurried along the way

As if they were longing soon to mark

Their own home candle's cheering ray.

Before me toiled in the whirling wind

A woman with bundles great and small,

And after her tugged, a step behind,

The Bundle she loved the best of all.

A dear little roly-poly b

With rosy cheeks, and a jacket blue,

Laughing and chattering full of joy,

And here's what he said--I tell you true:

"You're the goodest mother that ever was."

A voice as clear as a forest bird's;

And I'm sure the glad young heart had cause

To utter the sweet of the lovely words.

Perhaps the woman had worked all day

Washing or scrubbing; perhaps she sewed;

I knew, by her weary footfall's way

That life for her was an uphill road.

But here was a comfort. Children dear,

Think what a comfort you might give

To the very best friend you can have here,

The lady fair in whose house you live,

If once in a while you'd stop and say,--

In task or play for a moment pause,

And tell her in sweet and winning way,

"You're the GOODEST mother that ever was."