By Lydia D. Alder
I’ve washed the family dishes and the clothes,
Prepared the daily meals and sewed, and then
Have swept the house and dusted day by day,
And o’er Life’s River carried babies ten.
My figure is lost, girlish looks all gone.
My curly hair of brown is turned to gray;
My hands no longer small nor shapely are,
For they have borne life’s burdens ev’ry day.
That I have learned to suffer I am glad,
And proudly hold my babies by the hand;
For motherhood has made of me a queen,
O’er lover subjects in our own fair land.
And I await a coming gladsome time,
When with my lovers I to God shall say,
Here are they all, my Father – none are lost,
Thy precious gifts – may they be mine alway.