Inspirational Poem ~ Somebody’s Mother
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 ” .
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.
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!”