A picture memory brings to me; I look across the years and see myself beside my mother’s knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain. My selfish moods, and know again. A child’s blind sense of wrong and pain. But wiser now, a man gray grown, my childhood’s needs are better known. My mother’s chastening love I own - John Greenleaf Whittier, Tribute to my mother.
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