To My Mother - Max M. Johnson

Some I know who “older” grow

As birthdays come and birthdays go;

Some I know who “older” grow

As birthdays come and birthdays go;

Some who vainly try to hide

The rush of years — of “Time and Tide”;

But through the painted veil of “youth”

Shows plainly what is but the truth —

That years of careless, wasted life

Have left their marks of sin and strife.

But unlike those — not so with you:

Max M. Johnson

On her birthday — March 9, 1955