Poem November 5, 1949 Issue

MOTHER–LOVE

Eunice W. Hedler

The small child stamped his feet
And snatched a toy.
Mother stood calmly by
And kept her joy,
Looked through the mist of discord, where the gleam
Of Science showed the tantrum but a dream.
She saw the true child
Love's divine reflection,
Sharing and kind,
Undimmed by imperfection.
Soon her sure smile was mirrored by the other,
And both had glimpsed the tender Father-Mother.

Eunice W. Hedler

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