Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. Longing (continued)

   

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   When fevered with the fret of life and toil,
   The strife of living, the day's turmoil,
   How do we yearn, so deeply and so much,
   To feel again the healing of her touch.

   When bitter in defeat, by failure stung,
   When from the heart, hot, careless words are flung,
   How thought brings back, our dark moods to beguile,
   The pleased, reproving laughter in her smile!

   Ah, Mothers, little do you know or guess
   How in out secret hearts your name we bless;
   How you are present through life's joys and tears,
   Forgotten not through life's increasing years

   

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2. Write a Letter to Your Mother

   

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   At the Cottage door she stands alone;
   She looks so old and gray,
   But the sweet smile on her loving lips
   Will never fade away.

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • John J. Walsh