We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
But when the morn came dim and sad
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed–she had
Another morn than ours.
Remembrance
Mother, as I walk through the journey of life, I remember. I remember how you helped me to grow with love, truth, and honesty. I


