TELL HER SO

Have you a mother old and grey

Whose love has helped you on your way,

Whose care you never can repay?

Then tell her so.

Her work-worn hands have toiled for you,

She wore old clothes to give you new,

The best you have is but her due —

Then tell her so.

Suppose there’d been no mother’s love

No mother’s care, no mother’s prayer,

No losses could with these compare,

Oh tell her so.

She taught your infant lips to pray,

When ill she nursed you night and day,

She also spurred you on your way,

Oh tell her so.

Don’t wait until she’s passed away

And useless floral tributes lay,

But while life lingers be her stay;

Oh tell her so.

Then when her time has come to go,

Her life work finished here below,

‘Twill give her comfort just to know

You’ve told her so.

Copied from a book “Morning Noon & Night”.