Somebody's Mother

Somebody's  Mother

The  woman  was  old  and ragged, and  gray

And  bent  with the  chill of  the winter's day...

The  street  was  wet with a recent snow, and the  woman's  feet were aged  and slow.....

She  stood  at the crossing and waited  long....

Alone, uncared for, amid the throng,

Of human beings  who passed her by

Nor heeded the glance of her anxious  eyes....

Down  the street, with laughter and shout, Glad in  the freedom of school

let out...

Came  the boys like a flock of sheep,

Hailing the snow piled white and deep, past the woman so old and gray....

Hastened  the children on their way

Nor offering  a helping hand to her

So meek, so timid, afraid to stir

Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet, 

Should crowd her down in the, slippery street....

At last  came  one of the merry troop,

The gayest  laddie of  all the group.

He paused  beside  her and whispered  low, 

I'll  help you cross, if  you  wish to go".

Her aged hand on his strong young, arm She placed  and  so without, hurt or harm he guided the trembling feet  along

Proud  that his own were firm and strong

Than  back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content....

"She's  somebody's mother, boys  you know

For all she's aged and poor and slow

And  I hope some fellow will lend a, hand

To help  my mother, you understand,

If  ever she's poor and old and gray,

When her own children is far away of  just  don't have the time to care"

And "somebody's mother bowed her, head in her  home that night and prayer she said  was,

God be kind to the noble boy,

Who is somebody's son, and pride and  joy"...

Be kind, respect the older people cause they're somebody mother, somebody father, somebody

sister of brother and for those who're  bless to still  have a mother of a father spend times with

them cause they took care are you when you couldn't take care of yourself.