Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHERHOOD, by ELIZABETH POATE FLEMING First Line: How still the house is! Last Line: Lord jesus, heal my little boy! Subject(s): Children; Mothers; Sickness; Childhood; Illness | ||||||||
How still the house is! Yesterday noisy little trucks dashed down the hall, And sturdy heels left marks upon my polished floors. Today the steps are free of mud, There are no toys to put away. My little boy is sick. Lord Jesus, heal my little boy! He is burning hot, And there is nothing I can do. I dread the night. O Jesus, you were once a little boy. I wonder were you ever sick, And did the gentle Mary pray for you? O hear me now. Lord Jesus, heal my little boy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL AFTERNOON AT MACDOWELL by JANE KENYON HAVING IT OUT WITH MELANCHOLY by JANE KENYON SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES BATTLE-CRIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |
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