Mother's Day Poem by Dorothy Gold Wallace

When Grammy, my great gramma, was a teenager she wrote her mother this Mother's Day Poem around 1920.

My Mother

The rose is so sweet and beautiful

Tis the rose that is always worn

Its smell is so delicious

But where is the rose without a thorn?

The violet is tiny and wild and shy

The most delicate flower made

Its color is the rich and royal purple

But where is the violet that will not fade?

The dandelion is like the sun

It scatters afar its seed

It is the first to come in Spring

But where is the dandelion that is not a weed?

The pansy stands always for joy

It holds its head up high

It far surpasses all the flowers

But where is the pansy that cannot die?

Ah! I know a rose and a violet,

A dandelion and pansy too

That has no thorns and always is

True, ah oh! so true.

She has the roses' loveliness

She has the violet's grace

She has the dandelion's heart of gold

And the pansy's smiling face.

She has no thorns to prick us

Nor has she any weed

She scatters afar her kindness

As the dandelion scatters its seed.

Do not ask me who she is

You must know I'm very sure?

She is my Mother darling

So sweet, so kind, and so pure.

Written by Dorothy Gold Wallace, circa 1920

This is the Sundin Family. My great gramma and great grampa are in the middle. This is a picture of their 50th wedding anniversary. The second row is their children with their spouses and the the back row is their grand children and their spouses. This was a little while before any great grandchildren were born, including me. :) So as you can imagine our whole family is even larger now!