Dearest Mother

I didn’t know at first,
Mother, dear,
But God knew best
In sending me
Into your home

To spend my tender, Forming years
Beside your knee.
Of all the mothers in the world
You were the finest—
The one who best
Could teach me of His plan.
Whose love and understanding
Brought me thru
Each childhood grief
Triumphantly.

A home where love,
Was everywhere.
A baby brother As my sacred trust,
To guard and share my simple joys.
These are what He
Had planned
For me to know
To best prepare me
For my greater work
With Him.

So, Mother dear,
I hope you feel as favored
As I know
I am today
In having had your love
To guide me
Sure along my brief earth stay.

Please keep right on
And do for every questing child
What you
Have done for me.
Brothers and sisters,
All, they are
And I would be so proud
To have them know
As I have known
Your love and sympathy.

Remember
That my love
Will bear you thru
To even greater heights
Of satisfied attainment
Than you now dare dream.
Are yet in store for you.

Dorothy S Clark
To Elva Swenson, in memory of Mary Anne’s parting May 11
1944, her first child and only daughter six year old.

Poem to Elva Swenson
June 20/44

"Dearest Mother"

The world could aplaud her, but we can but wait