Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MOTHER'S LAMENT, by ST. CLAIR ADAMS First Line: Off to the college my only son went Last Line: He'll nevermore be the same. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
OFF to the college my only son went; I loved him as mothers do-- He was bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh, And blood of my heart-blood too. Returning, he kissed me and praised the old place And said he would make him a name: Brave, splendid, and loyal, my son had come back-- But he had not come back the same. Out into the world my only son went; I prayed and I hoped and I grieved For all he must pass through, and how I rejoiced When he won!--I had always believed. He made me a visit and said that to him I was dearer than riches or fame: How true and how tender the boy that came back!-- But he had not come back the same. For in years that had passed I had shared all his hopes, All his joys, all his woes, all his play; I had slaved for him, borne for him, suffered for him, And been all his comfort and stay. But how shrunken my part in his life has become! I grieve, without anger or blame, That his need for me's gone, that his need for me's gone.-- He'll nevermore be the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE THE ALCHEMIST by ST. CLAIR ADAMS |
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