“My Mother"

Southland Times, Issue 22475, 10 November 1934, Page 19

“My Mother "

—Prize.— Who is the best friend I have got? Who minded me when I was wee And nurses me upon her knee? My mother.

Who works for me from mom till night, And cooks, and mends and darns and sews, And washes all my dirty clothes? My mother.

And when I fall and hurt myself And cry and moan with all the pain? Who kisses me and makes it well again? My mother.

Who shares all my little joys, And hears my prayers every night. I love her with all my might. My mother. —l/- and 4 marks to Cousin Pat Henderson (10), Waikana.

—Prize.— That I have you, So kind and true, It is just fine, Dear mother mine.

While every day I work or play, Your loving care Is with me there.

And when I sleep, You come and peep, / Your bright eyes shine, Sweet mother mine. —l/- and 4 marks to Cousin Jacqueline Reid (8), Lewis street.

—Highly Commended— My mother is my friend, My helper and adviser, To her I carry all my woes, For she is far the wiser. She chides me when I’m doing wrong, She tells me when I’m right, She keeps my mind from evil thoughts, She tucks me in my bed at night.

For when from the pantry I steal To make some illegal meal Upon my mother’s best jam tarts, My stomach after smarts From the mustard which my mother Had set to catch her greedy son; But in my heart of hearts, I know that my mother Wouldn’t dream of hurting, what do you call those parts. Of my anatomy?

My mother is the one I should love, Through all my days of life, Even when I’m full of joy, Or even if I’m in a strife. —3 marks to Cousin Eugenie McKenzie (12), Tone street. Bluff. —Highly Commended— My mother works so very hard Nearly all day long, She scrubs the floors, and washes clothes, While humming a little song. She gets up first in the morning, And makes the porridge nice, Then she cuts me a piece of bread, Always a big thin slice. She likes to nurse wee Shirley, She cuddles her up tight, And we always kiss her Before we go to bed at night. She can paint nice pictures, And she painted me one Of the mother sheep and little lambs, Beneath the Australian sun. —3 marks to Cousin Daphne Ray McLeay (11), Otahu, Blackmount, Otautau, R.D. —Commended — I love my mother Far more than any other, Who dares To usurp on my cares For my mother. I’m the apple of her eye, Though I don’t reserve it,

—2 marks to Cousin Jack Jebb (12), ’ ’ 85 Mary street. —Commended— My mother is very tall and slim, She has grey eyes and a fair skin. She gets up in the morning, And to the cows she goes, And in the garden in the morning, She’s busy with the hose. ’ She is a farmer’s wife, And she leads a very pleasant life. She keeps the house all clean and tidy, And she goes to town, Often on a Friday, She is very kind and sweet, And I’m sure there’s none That could compete. —2 marks to Cousin Joyce Howden (9), Mataura Island. —Commended— My mother is a kindly lady, ’ Most unlike any other lady, But she does not scold . Any person who is old. Sometimes when we are naughty, We get a scolding, For doing anything haughty, But she doesn’t do any thrashing. I love my mother dearly, Just as any girl or boy, I do not think you’ll find Any one like my mother anywhere. —2 marks to Cousin Olive Paton (12), Bluff road, Invercargill.