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My Mother
Ann Taylor



Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem


Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush’d me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rock’d me that I should not cry?
My Mother.

Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping in my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Baby in Bed

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who dress’d my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play.
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.

Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Playing with Dolls

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God’s holy book and day.
And walk in Wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me?
My Mother.

Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - In Garden

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My Mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.

Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Child Fell

When thou art feeble, old, and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.

Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Older Mother

And when I see thee hang thy head,
‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed.
And tears of sweet affection shed,
My Mother.

Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Mother in Bed

For could our Father in the skies
Look down with pleased or loving eyes,

If ever I could dare despise
My Mother.


This poem is in the public domain.
Illustrations by Walter Crane (1845 - 1915),
an English artist and children's book illustrator.


Ann Taylor (1783 –1866) was a poet and literary critic. Born in England to a successful and well-educated family, she and her sister Jane, who is best known for the classic children’s verse, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, wrote a number of children’s books. Ann also wrote a number of hymns. A devoted advocate of animal welfare, Ann also took an active interest in social issues. Widowed in her late sixties, she wrote prolifically and traveled extensively until her death.


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Wonderful tribute, Jayne, both in image and in word. Michael Escoubas
Posted 05/14/2017 08:07 PM
The illustrations fit exactly with the diction of the day. Even though the language is old-fashioned, to me, the sentiment is true, sometihing I don't often find in older poems.
Posted 05/14/2017 05:16 PM
Yes, perfect for today, especially with the illustrations.
Posted 05/14/2017 09:53 AM
thank-you Jayne! this is so perfect for today!
Posted 05/14/2017 08:22 AM
Larry Schug:
I miss you, Mom. Can you hear me read this poem to you? Thank you, Jayne.
Posted 05/14/2017 07:33 AM
Thank you, Jayne, for interspersing the pictures so beautifully.
Posted 05/14/2017 06:36 AM

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