THE MOTHERS’ STRIKE

New Zealand Tablet, 29 August 1912, Page 61

THE MOTHERS’ STRIKE

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Such a dream I had ! So dreadful! That I never heard the like; For I dreamt that on a sudden The mammas agreed to strike. We are tired,’ I heard them murmur, ‘ Tired of working night and day, And not always hearing, “Thank you! ’ Such Tong hours and such poor pay ! ’ So they would not mend the jackets, Nor the holes in stockings small, No one ran to kiss the bruises When poor Tommy got a fall. No one bound up wounded fingers, No one glued the broken toys, No one answered all the questions Of the eager little boys. No one tied the Tittle bonnets, No one brushed the little curls, No one basted dolly dresses For the busy little girls. No one heard their little troubles, No one held them on her lap, . No one sewed on truant’s buttons, No one hunted Johnny’s cap. And there were no bed-time stories, And no loving hands to tuck Blankets soft round little sleepers; For their mothers all had struck. . ® 0, so lonesome and so dreadful And so queer it all did seem! . Aren’t you glad, dear little children, It was nothing but a dream.