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Her children rise up and call her blessed; Her husband also, and he praises her. ~Proverbs 31:28

To my dear mother, and all dedicated mothers whose tireless, selfless efforts to raise good people make the world an infinitely better place. ~Shyla Lefever

Rock Me to Sleep
by Elizabeth Akers Allen

Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight;
Make me a child again, just for tonight!
Mother, come back from that echoless shore;
Take me again in your heart as of yore –
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair,
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep –
Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep!

Backward, turn backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears –
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain –

Take them and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay –
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away –
Weary of sowing for others to reap –
Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep!

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded — our faces between –
Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I tonight for your presence again;
Come from the silence, mother — rock me to sleep!

Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old –
Let it drop over my forehead tonight,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light!
For, with its sunny-edged shadows once more,
Haply will throng all the visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep –
Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep!

Mother, dear mother! the years have been long
Since I last listened to your lullaby song;
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood’s years have been only a dream;
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep –
Rock me sleep, mother — rock me to sleep!