Happy Friday! I hope everyone has some good bookish plans for the weekend. As this Sunday is Mothering Sunday in the UK, I have chosen a suitable poem, well actually it is a hymn but I rather like it.
This hymn is by George Hare Leonard (1863-1941) who was a Professor of Modern History at the University of Bristol.
In the past servants were allowed to take the day off to see their mothers and go to church on Mothering Sunday. They would take cakes and treats and the special wheaten cake for their mothers.
Mothering Sunday It is the day of all the year, Of all the year the one day, When I shall see my Mother dear And bring her cheer, A-Mothering on Sunday. And now to fetch my wheaten cake, To fetch it from the baker, He promised me, for Mother's sake, The best he'd bake For me to fetch and take her. Well have I known, as I went by One hollow lane, that none day I'd fail to find - for all they're shy - Where violets lie, As I went home on Sunday. My sister Jane is waiting-maid Along with Squire's lady; And year by year her part she's played, And home she stayed To get the dinner ready. For Mother'll come to Church, you'll see - Of all the year it's the day - 'The one,' she'll say, 'that's made for me.' And so it be: It's every Mother's free day. The boys will all come home from town, Not one will miss that one day; And every maid will bustle down To show her gown, A-Mothering on Sunday. It is the day of all the year, Of all the year the one day; And here come I, my Mother dear, And bring you cheer, A-Mothering on Sunday. George Hare Leonard