I’m mother’s little darling,
She calls me this, you know;
Sometimes she calls me Lambie,
And says I’m white as snow.
She says my hair is golden,
And that my eyes are blue;
Because my mother says it,
I know that it is true.
I know she loves me dearly,
I am her constant care,
She presses soft, warm kisses
On cheeks and brow and hair;
She folds her arms around me
When sitting on her knee,
And oft when I am naughty
Tears in her eyes I see.
When I am sick and ailing
She tends me night and day,
She scarcely ever leaves me,
No matter what folks say.
She comes to me so often,
And lays her soft, cool hand
Upon my burning forehead,
Ah! she can understand.
There’s none on earth like mother;
It stills all my alarms
To feel tight clasped around me
Her tender, loving arms.
She gave me three nice dollies,
And I do love them so:
There’s fair-haired Nance and Beauty,
And darling brown-eyed Flo.
I try to please my mother,
This pleases God, you see;
My parents I must honor
If long-lived I would be.
My darling mother tells me
Of Jesus and His love,
How on the Cross He suffered
That we might dwell above.
My mother always helps me
To learn some verses sweet
From my own little Bible
While sitting at her feet.
At evening hour and morning
She bids me kneel in prayer,
She tells me God will hear me,
For He is everywhere.
O, I am only dreaming
Of happy days that are gone,
My darling mother’s sleeping
Beneath yon mossy stone.
No more she calls me darling,
My dolls are put away;
For me life’s shadows lengthen,
My hair is turning gray.
I’ve missed her, O, I’ve missed her,
So much since she has gone;
When evening comes I often
Feel weary, sad, and lone.
But I shall meet her yonder,
In heavenly sunshine fair,
I know my darling mother
Is happy with Christ there.
O, how I wish I’d loved her
Far more while she was here;
O, that I ne’er had caused her
One anxious care or tear.
O, that I had obeyed her
In every deed and word,
For mother always taught me
To live to please the Lord.
‘Twas mother dear who taught me
That all are sinners here,
Quite helpless and unable
Their souls from guilt to clear.
She told me of the Saviour,
Whose blood put sin away;
I trusted Him, He saved me,
And took my fears away.
How oft in early morning
She knelt in prayer for me,
Her earnest eyes turned upward,
While plainly I could see
Tears down her pale cheeks rolling
As for her child she pled;
God heard, for through all trials
I have been safely led.
I know He’ll never leave me,
He’ll lead me safe to heaven;
The blood of Christ has cleansed me,
My sins are all forgiven.
What joy to meet my mother,
And all those gone before;
What joy to be with Jesus,
And praise Him evermore!
ML 06/29/1924