Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.


"My Mother," from Original Poems for Infant Minds (1804)


Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? 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.

Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? 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.