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Backward, turn backward, O
time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for to-night!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to 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!
...
Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures --
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
ROCK
ME TO SLEEP
WoolKnits.com was a site,
which I maintained for her; a gesture to say
"Thank you" for her unconditional love,
understanding, and support in all my
endeavors.
Since mom's retirement from knitting, the site is closed.
However, the Catalog now serves as a gallery of the garments she made.
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