To My Son Margaret Roane That your eyes may see beauty; That your ears may hear sounds That echo in light and love; That your feet may walk softly And with sensitivity; That your hands may create Something lovely; And that your heart may reach out. And take unto itself earth's loveliness And know from whence it comes- That is my wish for you. There can be no other. A Mother's Gifts Mina Lone I cannot give them gold, These treasures given me by God above; I cannot give them any gifts to hold But that He gives to all- The gift of love. Food I can give to make their bodies strong, Strength for this day and for the distant year; A home for which when faraway they'll long, A place of rest and freedom from all fear. Faith too I can bestow In God, in self and in their fellowman; And peace that comes from Him,that One Divine. These gifts with love bestowed, What more is there to give? A mother asks and answers With a life well-lived.