Poetry of Kansas


Treat your Mother kindly
    While she is here on earth
You can never repay her
    For what she's done since birth.
Keep her in your memory
    Let no temper lurk
For you hold the key, child
    That unlocks her heart.
Be a loving daughter,
    Be a loving son,
You cannot improve on Mother
    No matter where you begin.
You are the full image
    Of her flesh and blood
Mother will always share with you
    The last crumb of bread.
Mother's hair once golden
    Now is silvery gray,
Yet she   is the same dear Mother
    Of Your happy childhood days.
Soon she may be called up yonder
    To the land beyond the sun,
Then there'll be a vacant chair
    That no one else can fill.

The Plains Poems in Kansas
J. P. Dunn
(Independence: --. 19??)
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