Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY BABY, by BELLE RICHARDSON HARRISON


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MY BABY, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: A cunning mite in robes of white
Last Line: "my baby."
Subject(s): Babies; Mothers; Infants


A CUNNING mite in robes of white,
All lace embroidered o'er;
With tiny feet, so dimpled sweet,
That never press the floor;
With wreathèd smiles and baby wiles,
With mischief brimming o'er—
"Ah no, ah no, it is not so,
I sadly fear you do not know
My baby."

He pulls your hair nor does he care
How much the pain may be,
He waves his hands like fairy wands
And jumps and crows with glee.
He loudly weeps, then gently sleeps,
Upon his mother's knee—
"Ah no, ah no, why vex me so?
You surely, surely do not know
My baby."

A sailor brave who rules the wave,
Nor fears the ocean's roar,
He's kind and true with eyes of blue
That twinkle evermore.
He loves his home though he may roam
Upon a distant shore—
"Ah yes, ah yes, come now, confess,
Unless you knew how could you guess
My baby?

"Though winds may tan this bearded man,
And time may furrows plow;
Though life's rude shocks bring silver locks
To crown his noble brow;
Though years may go and come, I know
He'll still remain as now
On land or sea he'll ever be,
From time until eternity,
My baby."





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