Mother Is DeadIn memory of sister, Mattie Monson.
Mother is dead, those dear hands are
Hands that have labored from morn-
ing till late.
Jesus has clasped them while cross-
ing the portal,
Leading her in through the beautiful
Often and often at Sabbath day
How they have dressed all the little
Led them to Sunday school, lovingly,
Teaching them early on Jesus to lean.
Mother is dead, those lips now are
Lips that have truly said, "Thy will
Into Thy hands, O dear Lord, I com-
Breathing a prayer for each dearly
Also a prayer for the dear loved com-
Asking a blessing to rest on his head,
That he remaineth a kind, Christian
With care for the children as mother
Daughter is dead, O weep not, dear
It is all right, no more sorrow or
In my Father's house there are many
There I will meet all the loved ones
Sister is dead, 0 weep not, dear
Companions in childhood no more
will we meet;
'Till each cross the river of death and
To dwell with the ransomed at
__Nettie Squire Sutton.
A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)