Tuesday, November 04, 2008

A Poem For Mothers Everywhere!

A careful woman I ought to be
A little girl follows me;
I do not dare to go astray
For fear she'll go the self-same way.

I cannot once escape her eyes;
What're she sees me do, she tries
Like me, she says, she's going to be,
The little girl who follows me.

She thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine;
The base in me she must not see,
The little girl who follows me.

I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I am building for the years to be,
For a little girl follows me.

~Author Unknown~

2 comments:

Emile Zola@life said...

Thanks for the poem.

3lilangels said...

How very true! Thanks for the reminder.