Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY MOTHER'S KISS, by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My mother's kiss, my mother's kiss Last Line: At our redeemer's feet. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
My mother's kiss, my mother's kiss, I feel its impress now; As in the bright and happy days She pressed it on my brow. You say it is a fancied thing Within my memory fraught; To me it has a sacred place -- The treasure house of thought. Again, I feel her fingers glide Amid my clustering hair; I see the love-light in her eyes, When all my life was fair. Again, I hear her gentle voice In warning or in love. How precious was the faith that taught My soul of things above. The music of her voice is stilled, Her lips are paled in death. As precious pearls I'll clasp her words Until my latest breath. The world has scattered round my path Honor and wealth and fame; But naught so precious as the thoughts That gather round her name. And friends have placed upon my brow The laurels of renown; But she first taught me how to wear My manhood as a crown. My hair is silvered o'er with age, I'm longing to depart; To clasp again my mother's hand, And be a child at heart. To roam with her the glory-land Where saints and angels greet; To cast our crowns with songs of love At our Redeemer's feet. | 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 DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER AN APPEAL TO MY COUNTRYWOMEN by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER |
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