Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN RETROSPECT, by MARGARET E. BRUNER First Line: My mother always kept so many Last Line: The one I never knew. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
My mother always kept so many Little things like these: Embroidery from pantalettes And trimming from chemise, A ruffle that had once adorned My great grandfather's breast, When shirts were stitched by hand and made With linen of the best. And looking at this hand-work now, In retrospect, it seems Something as dim and far away As half-forgotten dreams; And down the shadowy miles of years I journey till I see My mother, young and golden-haired, Just as she used to be, Untouched by time, with nimble hands That made each stitch so true, The mother who was mine, and yet The one I never knew. | 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 A DOG'S VIGIL by MARGARET E. BRUNER |
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