Sweetest Mother

She was a little old fashioned, that sweet mother of mine.

There are many whose beauty my mother's outshine

She was a little old fashioned as I plainly could see,

But she is forever the sweetest mother to me.

She was a little old fashioned, that sweet mother of mine.

Though even her plainness now my heartstrings entwine;

Other hands were whiter but none other so dear

For they smoothed my pillow for many a year.

She was a little old fashioned, she stayed closely at home;

So calm and contented although others roamed;

And in tender young childhood it was a shelter for me

And she who so graced it, dearest ever shall be.

She was a little old fashioned, but she was sweeter each day;

I adored  her plain features and her thin locks of gray;

But there is now glory around her, God abides it may be

And she is forever the sweetest mother to me.