love you, Mother," said little John,
forgetting his work, his cap went on.
he was off to the garden swing,
his mother the wood to bring.
love you, Mother," said Rosy Nell;
love you better than tongue can tell.
she teased and pouted half the day,
all were glad when she went to play.
love you, Mother," said little Fran;
I will help you all I can.
glad I am that school does not keep."
she rocked the baby till it fell asleep.
stepping softly, she brought the broom,
swept the floor and tidied the room.
and happy all the day was she,
and cheerful as a child could be.
love you, Mother," again they said,
little children as they went to bed.
do you think that mother guessed
of them really loved her best?