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MOTHERHOOD
Down in the valley of shadow we go,
How far in those depths, we never know,
Months of waiting, hours of pain,
Then it’s over, we’re smiling again.
A kiss from the Daddy and to see his proud smile,
Then to hold in your arms your own baby child,
That’s Heaven, that only a Mother can know.
And it’s worth all the suffering thru which we must go.
Oh the mighty strength of those wee baby hands,
That clasp two hearts together like iron bands,
Those dear little arms two hearts will entwine With a love that’s so sacred it’s almost divine.
Have you ever wondered, if it is really worthwhile,
To hold in your arms your own baby child?
My dear I will tell you — if I had my choice Of some wonderful talent, a beautiful voice,
A gorgeous home with enormous wealth,
Together with these I’d have strength and health,
But in order to have them it must be understood That I’d be denied the joy of Motherhood.
Oh I might have been tempted, had I never been blest With the joys of clasping a babe to my breast,
I might have been tempted, had I not known the bliss Of a baby’s arms and a baby’s kiss.
For each new babe gets the same tender care,
When another one comes, there is more love to spare. We may want a daughter and receive a little son,
But we’re happy and contented when all is said and done.
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In this world of ours, no home is complete,
That has not known the patter of little feet.
And no woman can give to this world her best,
Until with Motherhood her life is blest.
— Edna Allen Exchenback
FRIENDS
I think that God will never send A gift so precious as a friend,
A friend who always understands And fills each need as it demands Whose loyalty will stand the test,
When skies are bright or overcast.
Who sees the faults that merit blame.
But keeps on loving just the same;
Who does far more than creeds could do To make us good, to make us true,
Earth’s gifts a sweet enjoyment lend But only God can give a friend.
— Dr. Bosalie Carter, Franklin, Tennessee
Funny how limes have advanced. Grandmother used a roller towel, a comb suspended by a string and a dipper shared by everyone, and probably lived to be eighty or ninety years old. Now we get exhausted before our lime finding out what we’re allergic to. But there’s one thing that hasn’t changed. When your fiance’s family begin balling you out for using the guest towel, you've become accepted as one of the family.
A settled married man is a guy whose pipe goes out oftener than he does.