Classic Poem

Yours were the hands that held me first of all,
Yours were the lips that taught me how to smile,
Yours were the eyes that watched my every step,
Yours was the heart that showed me love worth while;
What ever good is in me, part or whole,
Is but the dear reflection of your soul!

When others laughed at all my dreams, you held
Those dreams — and me — close to your loving breast,
Giving me strength to try, and when I failed,
Your faith alone stood firm above the rest.
For you believed some day I would succeed —
The finest spur that any man could need!

And so, to-day, though far from what I sought,
The goal unreached, the prize as yet unwon,
Your hands still hold on high my wav'ring hope
As once they held my baby self — your son.
Oh, mother-mine, together, hand in hand
Well win! If not, you still will understand!