Mother and Child

Mother and Child

In the nursery sat mother and child.
So contented sitting there on mother's knee,
And she wondered what he would be.

She'd show him streams and fields with flowers wild,
The circus, balloon-men and how to dance in puddles of rain.
And she hoped he would suffer no pain.

She'd teach him to be kind and mild.
To show courage and pride and to be just.
And she wondered if he would learn to trust.

In the nursery sat mother and child.
Who knows as far as anyone could see
How the world was to be.

She would be an example of good and right.
All she could do was teach and show.
And she hoped someday he would know.