For a mother is the only person on earth
Who can divide her love among ten children
And each child still have all her love. – Anon.

Original Poems for Infant Minds My Mother
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother. – Anon.

Women known
The way to rear up children (to be just)
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes
And stringing pretty words that make no sense.
And kissing full sense into empty words. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning