Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A TRINITY OF MOTHERHOOD, by FRED CLARE BALDWIN First Line: A mother's love--its meaning who can measure Last Line: The chords of memory sweep! Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
A mother's love -- its meaning who can measure, Or who such depths of hallowed mystery sound? Outside the heart of God so rich a treasure Has never yet been found! A mother's face -- all radiant and resplendent Where memory guards the shrine with watchful care! What master hand e'er wrought with touch transcendent A thing so wondrous fair? A mother's kiss -- O how its impress lingers, Through all the change that o'er one's soul may creep! It thrills me now as these poor trembling fingers The chords of memory sweep! | 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 NEW JERSEY by FRED CLARE BALDWIN |
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