In honor of Mother’s Day this Sunday, here’s a poem that appeared in The Pansy magazine in 1866:
…Mother’s Face
Three little boys talked together
….One sunny summer day,
And I leaned out of the window
….To hear what they had to say.
“The prettiest thing I ever saw,”
….One of the little boys said,
“Was a bird in grandpa’s garden,
….All black and white and red.”
“The prettiest thing I ever saw,”
….Said the second little lad,
“Was a pony at the circus;
….I wanted him awful bad.”
“I think,” said the third little fellow,
….With a grave and gentle grace,
“That the prettiest thing in all the world
….Is just my mother’s face.”
—Eben E. Rexford, in Good Cheer magazine, 1886
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Beautiful! I am now Nana of two small grandsons, and the poem was just precious!
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Eileen! —Jenny
Face! (not fact)
How on earth did I manage to mess up the last word?!? My apologies, everyone. And thank you, nightmare56, for letting me know. I’ve corrected the post. —Jenny