Two Poems from Nana's Notebook:
The Day's Result
Is anybody happier
because you passed his way?
Does anyone remember
that you spoke to him today?
The day is almost over,
and its toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now
a kindly word of you?
Can you say tonight, in parting
with the day that's slipping fast,
that you helped a single brother
of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing
over what you did or said?
Does the man whose hopes were fading
now with courage look ahead.
Did you waste the day or lose it,
was it well or poorly spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness
or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber,
do you think that God would say,
"You have earned one more tomorrow
by the work you did today?"
Author Unknown
God, be kind to mothers
with cookie jars to fill,
and funny lullabies to sing
when dusk blows down the hill!
Who scrub the small children's faces
when early school bells ring;
and let a boy bring puppies home,
or bugs, or anything.
God, be kind to mothers
when it is candle-time
and children's rounded voices
say prayers in ordered rhyme.
May there be special blessings
at night, when houses sleep,
on all the mothers everywhere
who have child hearts to keep.
Helen Welshimer
