Poem: Mother Machree
Author: Chancellor Olcott

There's a spot in my heart which no colleen may own;
There's a depth in my soul never sounded or known;
There's a place in my memory my life that you fill;
No other can take it no one ever will;

Every sorrow or care in the dear days gone by;
Was made bright by the light of the smile in your eye;
Like a candle that's set in a window at night;
Your fond love has cheered me and guided me right;

Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair;
And the brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled with care;
I kiss the dear fingers so toil warm for me;
Oh! God bless you and keep you, mother machree.

Rebecca Lin 2009 Spring In USA