Where the flowers gently wave
Lies the one I love so dearly
In her silent lonely grave.
Peaceful be your sleep, dear mother,
It is sweet to breathe your name,
In life I loved so dearly,
In death I do the same.
Fifty-two years ago you left me,
How I miss you, mother, dear,
And I remember all your kindness
As I drop a silent tear.
The Plains Poems in Kansas