Dated December 1, 1964, written for his mother, Emma Beatrice Primley Knapp, died 1960.
My Mother
She waited on me hand and foot.
That’s as the saying goes.
I know great care of me was took,
And thanks so seldom shows.
My Darling Mother, true and brave,
Whose courage none compete.
Who cautioned, and made me behave,
Til I was grown complete.
I was her precious jewel, I’m sure,
Much kindness I was shown.
A Lady fine and few as true,
My Mother, in our home.
Kind favors granted, most with smiles
So cheerful I recall.
To see I dressed in modern styles,
From the time I was real small.
She taught me to serve Jesus,
And to love him more each day.
So’s I’d grow up to be just
Like she, pleasant and gay.
Now time has played a different roll,
The years at last are showing.
But I’ll stand by at the controls,
As I see her footsteps slowing.
“Dear Mom, you’ve done so much for me,
I guess it’s my turn now,
To satisfy you as needs be,
I’ll do my best some how.”
Most Recent Articles by Robert F. Knapp (1913-1994)
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