Inspirational Poem ~ Somebody's Mother

Inspirational Poem ~ Somebody’s Mother

Inspirational Poem ~ Somebody’s Mother

We all have good in us and I truly believe that it’s part of our core nature to want to help others.  In this fast paced society where we all have more things on our “to do” list than time in the day, I think that charitable part of us is easily buried beneath the heavy burdens and expectations in our own daily lives. Sometimes we just need a nudge or reminder that we have the ability to make a positive difference, big or small, in the lives of others.

I recently made a trip to Target where I had an unexpected opportunity to help an older woman who in turn promised to help another when the opportunity arose.  This experience reminded me of an inspirational poem I have read many times (and will probably read many more times) called “Somebody’s Mother .

This inspirational poem has been around a long time but it’s one of my very favorites! I believe once you read it, it sticks with you always but it’s a nice reminder that we have the ability to help others in many ways.  I thought it only appropriate to share today since it’s not only Mother’s Day weekend but also the day I do my weekly donation box post and hope to inspire others to pay it forward when they can.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I do!  I found a recite of this and added it at the bottom of the poem.  I never get tired of hearing it.

Inspirational Poem

 Somebody’s Mother

by Mary Dow Brine

And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day.
And the woman’s feet were aged and slow.
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.
Glad in the freedom of ‘school let out,’
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.
Hastened the children on their way.
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.
The gayest lad of all the group;
“I’ll help you cross, if you wish to go.”
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.
His young heart happy and well content.
“She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know,
And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
If ever she’s poor and old and grey,
And her own dear boy is far away.”
“Somebody’s mother” bowed low her head
Was, “God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody’s son, and pride and joy!”