A Mother’s Gift

Picture a home in a cottage small,

Picture a frame on the cottage wall.

Picture a mother, old and gray,

Kneeling each morning at the picture to pray.

Prays for the one who looks out of the frame,

Laughing, full lips seem to whisper her name.

The load at her heart seems to lift with the light,

She knows that her boy’s passed safely through night.

She kisses the flag that is draped o’er the frame,

And tenderly whispers her boy’s name.

And smiles through her tears as she thinks of the day,

When his country called and he went away.

She’s proud of her young man so noble and brave.

She’s proud he is in the service to save,

The country for freedom.

The hope of the world lies in boys like him,

and the flag he unfurls.