A MIRROR FOR MOTHER’S DAY

My dear, a little mirror,
Yours to take with you
Wherever you have to go;
For I know that going
You would rather stay
And spend your days
At home with us,
Who if at work or school would then
Be coming back to you
Not you to us
Too often late
Too often tired
To be quite glad
Of all our fuss and clamour.
      Then some day when
Far away, you have
A sudden doubt of me,
Of what we’ve come to be
Take out this glass
And look therein, and see
Smiling, that special face
The special grace of those
Waiting at home for you;
So look and look again
At what our children see
That smile wherein I find
Whatever goodness has
My life, or heart, or mind.