The Watcher
守望中的妈妈
She always leaned to watch for us 。
Anxious if we were late ，
In winter by the window ，
In summer by the gate ;
And though we mocked her tenderly ，
Who had such foonich care ，
The long way home would seem more safe ，
Because she waited there 。
Her thoughts were all so full of us
She never could forget ！
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet，
Waiting till we
