Mother's Room

 

Mother's Room 

Mother's Room I wonder why it always is 
That Mother's room is best; 
And if we're sorry, sick, or sad, 
Her bed gives perfect rest.

We get our troubles mended like 

Each hole each rip and tear; 

There's comfort understanding for 

Our moods of dark despair.

Her room seems sunny all the time, 

Though weather may be gray. 

Of all the rooms in all the house 

It's there I want to stay. 

       by  Mary LT Tufts   

References:

1.PRIMARY EDUCATION-POPULAR EDUCATOR , April 1927

2. Table Talk 1885