… is for the million things she gave me,
… means only that she’s growing old,
… is for the tears she shed to save me,
… is for her heart of purest gold;
… is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
… means right, and right she’ll always be.
Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER,”
A word that means the world to me.
–Howard Johnson (c. 1915)