Where happy children graced the halls
In mansions on a hill
Where charm and grace did set the pace
In memories, lingering still.

A time when ladies met for tea
At tables set for two
Southern belles with things to tell
In misty morning hue.

Corsets here and bustles there
Such lovely flowing dresses
A touch of eloquence was found
Beneath those lovely tresses.

All dressed up in fringe and lace
With gowns of flowing white
They held their children close to them
And tucked them in at night.

With locks of hair pulled up in buns
And topped with pretty bonnet
The legend that was left behind
Sounds nearly like a sonnet.

The century now has turned the tide
They since have gone away
And other mothers fill the earth
To brighten Mother’s Day.

Through the passing years in time
One thing will stay the same
The precious love of mother
Her name will always remain.

For all the ladies gone before
I pray for heaven’s grace
To all the mothers here today
I wish you frills and lace.