Mother
by Madison Julius Cawein
Oh, I am going home again,
Back to the old house in the lane,
And mother! who still sits and sews,
With cheeks, each one, a winter rose,
A-watching for her boy, you know,
Who left so many years ago,
To face the world, its stress and strain
Oh, I am going home again.
Yes, I am going home once more,
And mother ‘ll meet me at the door
With smiles that rainbow tears of joy,
And arms that reach out for her boy,
And draw him to her happy breast,
On which awhile his head he ‘ll rest,
And care no more, if rich or poor,
At home with her, at home once more.
Yes, I am going home to her,
Whose welcome evermore is sure:
I have been thinking, night and day,
How tired I am of being away!
How homesick for her gentle face,
And welcome of the oldtime place,
And memories of the days that were
Oh, I am going home to her.
Oh, just to see her face again
A-smiling at the windowpane!
To see her standing at the door
And offering her arms once more,
As oft she did when, just a child,
She took me to her heart and smiled,
And hushed my cry and cured my pain
I’m going home to her again.
Happy Mother’s Day! Love and hugs to you all. ❤ ❤ ❤
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May 10, 2014 at 10:06 am
Lovely, Elizabeth. Thanks for sharing.
Mother: another word for home.
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May 11, 2014 at 7:00 am
Good morning, Cynthia, and thank you. That’s a lovely thought. Mother is another word for home because wherever mom is, you always feel like you’re coming home when you go there. Have a wonderful Mother’s Day. 🙂
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May 11, 2014 at 9:46 am
Thank you, Elizabeth. Wishing you a lovely day too.
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May 10, 2014 at 11:40 am
Wonderful poem!! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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May 11, 2014 at 7:01 am
Hello, Levi. Thank you for your kind visit and comment. Hope your day is a good one and all the ladies in your life have a delightful Mother’s day. 🙂
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May 11, 2014 at 8:34 am
Thanks so much. I’m trying to make it simple for them all today. Enjoy you’d day as well 🙂
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May 10, 2014 at 6:35 pm
This is so beautiful, Elizabeth. When I’m with my mother, all my worries melt and I’m at home.
I love the image! It’s perfect!
Happy Mother’s Day, Elizabeth! xo
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May 11, 2014 at 7:04 am
Good morning, my friend. I hope your Mother’s Day is as lovely as it could possibly be and wish you mom a good one for me as well. I loved that image when I first saw it, Jill. It reminded me of not only my own childhood, but of the wonderful times I had playing with my own children. 😀
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May 12, 2014 at 3:00 am
Lovely poem….hope you had a great Mother’s Day!
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May 13, 2014 at 8:08 am
Thank you very much. I did have a great Mother’s Day. 🙂
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May 12, 2014 at 10:16 am
I warmly greet you and invite you to see my new photos.
I wish you a successful week.
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May 13, 2014 at 8:08 am
Thank you, Marko. 🙂
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May 14, 2014 at 12:12 pm
I loved the poem and the artwork as well, in fact the thing that caught my eye the most was that church in the background…so many stories could come from that in top of the wonderful words already before me here.
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May 14, 2014 at 4:21 pm
Thanks, Ste J. You have a good eye. The foreground is so upfront, the background sort of fades away and becomes almost unnoticeable. Seeing the church means you must have an excellent eye for artwork. And thank you for the lovely comment. 🙂
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May 27, 2014 at 8:05 pm
This post touched my heart. It is always a blessing to have a good mother, whether she is with you or with someone, or in their hearts and memories. I am blessed to have my Mom around still, although she makes me worry and fear for her safety now. It is like that, time does this thing, where first our mother (and father) take care of us, now we become the caretaker and giver. It is so good to be able to return some of what was given whole-heartedly to us! Thanks, Elizabeth!
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May 28, 2014 at 9:13 am
Yes, it is a good thing to be able to return some small measure of what was offered from our parents. I miss my mama everyday and cherish all our wonderful memories. 🙂
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