Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LAME CHILD, by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR First Line: He passed along our village street Last Line: Along his crippled years! Subject(s): Children; Physical Disabilities; Childhood; Handicapped; Handicaps; Physically Challenged; Cripples | ||||||||
HE passed along our village street; The fame of him had gone before And many ran on whispering feet To mock or wonder or appeal. I caught my child from where he lay And stood expectant at the door. Many the sick he healed that day, But mine he did not heal. HE paused before us where we stood And looked into my boy's blue eyes -- Those eyes of tortured babyhood Questioning life with hurt surprise. It would have taken but a word To make the future sweet and clear -- Many the prayers that day he heard, But mine he did not hear. YET this he did -- his head he bent And kissed my child upon the cheek. He turned upon me, as he went, Eyes that were wonderful with tears. Silent I shrank before the deeps Of mysteries too great to speak -- But oh, my patient son who creeps Along his crippled years! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWITCH-HITTERS by MICHAEL BLUMENTHAL THE CITY OF THE OLESHA FRUIT by NORMAN DUBIE STUMPFOOT ON 42ND STREET by LOUIS SIMPSON HOW STUMP STOOD IN THE WATER by DAVID WAGONER THE CRIPPLED GIRL, THE ROSE by DAVID FERRY THE RESURRECTION OF THE BODY by LINDA GREGERSON HUNCHBACK GIRL: SHE THINKS OF HEAVEN by GWENDOLYN BROOKS A LYNMOUTH WIDOW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |
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