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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT SINGING TIME, by ANNE P. L. FIELD
First Line: I have a little daughter
Last Line: That singing-mothers wear!
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: I have a little daughter
Last Line: That singing-mothers wear!
Subject(s): Mothers
I HAVE a little daughter
Who's scarcely half-past three
And in the twilight hour
She climbs upon my knee
And snuggles down within my arm
With "Mother, sing to me!"
I sing about the squirrels
That frolic in the wood,
About two furry kittens--
One naughty and one good
And then some tender lullabies--
Just as a mother should.
The light grows faint, and fainter;
The sandman guards the door;
My baby's boat drifts slowly
Upon the slumber shore--
But if the singing stops, she cries,
"O Mother, sing some more!"
I'm sure no prima-donna
Adored from East to West,
Feels half the satisfaction,
Or is so truly blest
As I, when singing to my child
Held closely to my breast.
Not all the fame and glory
Of divas can compare
With that deep thrill of pleasure
Which is my humble share,
For precious are the laurel-wreaths
That singing-mothers wear!
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