Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MOTHERHOOD, by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM


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First Line: The night throbs on
Last Line: He only knows his mother--give him back.
Subject(s): Mothers


THE night throbs on; O, let me pray, dear Lord!
Crush off his name a moment from my mouth,
To Thee my eyes would turn, but they go back,
Back to my arm beside me where he lay--
So little, Lord, so little and so warm!

I cannot think that Thou hadst need of him!
He was so little, Lord, he cannot sing,
He cannot praise Thee; all his life had learned
Was to hold fast my kisses in the night.

Give him to me--he is not happy there!
He had not felt this life; his lovely eyes
Just knew me for his mother, and he died.

Hast Thou an angel there to mother him?
I say he loves me best--if he forgets,
If Thou allow it that my child forgets
And runs not out to meet me when I come--

What are my curses to Thee? Thou hast heard
The curse of Abel's mother, and since then
We have not ceased to threaten at Thy throne,
To threat and pray Thee that Thou hold them still
In memory of us.

See Thou tend him well,
Thou God of all the mothers. If he lack
One of his kisses--Ah, my heart, my heart,
Do angels kiss in heaven? Give him back!

Forgive me, Lord, but I am sick with grief,
And tired of tears and cold to comforting.
Thou art wise, I know, and tender, aye, and good,
Thou hast my child, and he is safe in Thee,
And I believe--

Ah, God, my child shall go
Orphaned among the angels! All alone,
So little and alone! He knows not Thee,
He only knows his mother--give him back.







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