"Dear me, tink of mudder wanting to look at a big u'gy t'ing like fadder, when she could look at a 'itty witty t'ing like dis," and he rose and crossed to the crib where he deposited the small creature with yet more gurgling and endearing.
"Baby Mine"
Margaret Mayo
"My mudder, she was good woman.
"Northern Lights"
Gilbert Parker
Strange blending of love and helplessness sings through the refrain: "Yonder's my ole mudder, Been waggin' at de hill so long; 'Bout time she cross over, Git home bime-by."
"The Souls of Black Folk"
W. E. B. Du Bois