THE MONTH OF OUR MOTHER

by KATMAC Sat Apr 26, 2008 10:36 am

The daffodils dance at the dawning,
The may bells make clamor and sing
What, then, is this season, good mother,
When flowers such loveliness bring?

It is the sweet month of Our mother,
Whose Son is our Savior and King
The violets waft their faint incense,
In glory the gillblooms blow.

What, then, is this season, dear mother,
That lilies are sisters of snow?
It is the rich month of Our mother,
When beauty and loveliness flow.

The south wind's a song of love's triumph,
Twined round a child's laugh in the lane
What, then, is this season, O mother!
When fragrance grows vocal in rain?

It is the lush month of Our mother,
Madonna of bliss and of pain.
Like cordons of honor, the poplars,
That stand, rigged in green, in the night,

Let us form, then, for Mary, O mother!
Our own little pageant of white.
It is the glad month of Our mother
Earth's fairest, and Heaven's delight!

by amie sison Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:35 am

soon you will be a mother! thank you for the poem.

THE MONTH OF OUR MOTHER

THE MONTH OF OUR MOTHER

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