SOW! SEW! SO!

New Zealand Tablet, 22 August 1918, Page 45

SOW! SEW! SO!

This is the way my father sows, As up and down the field he goes, Walking fast, or walking alow, Right and left the grain to throw. Rather knows. While he goes. That by the grain thrown here and there, By-and-by good crops will bear; All he loves will have a share Of the grain he throws with care. So he throws As he goes. This is the way my mother sews. As up and down the seam she goes. Working, singing, soft and low, AVhile she’s sitting there to sew. Mother knows. As she sews Jackets, trousers, aprons, too, Johnnie’s hat and baby’s shoe. Patching old or making new, • Love runs all the stitches through. This she knows As she sews. I can neither sow nor sew ; When I’m big I’ll learn them, though; But while little, as I grow. Little bits of love I’ll show. For I know. As I go Tending baby, calling Nan, Running errands like a man, Helping mother all I can, Love will grow where it began. Ah, I know. See; ’tis so. Little bits of love count up Like drops of water in a cup. Fill it—So ! ’Twill overflow.