Who heard his plea: "I want a drink!"

Who was the first to hear him cry?

I wonder if he will recall

The patience of her and the smile,

The kisses after every fall,

The love that lasted all the while?

I wonder, as I watch them there,

If he'll remember, when he's grown,

How came the silver in her hair

And why her loveliness has flown?

Yet thus my mother did for me,

Night after night and day by day,

For such a care I used to be,

As such a boy I used to play.

I know that I was always sure

Of tenderness at mother's knee,

That every hurt of mine she'd cure,

And every fault she'd fail to see.

But who recalls the tears she shed,

And all the wishes gratified,

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