Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO MY SON, by ANNETTE HEARD


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TO MY SON, by                    
First Line: A bit of colored glass you laid within my hand
Last Line: To make your visions rosy -- like the bit of colored glass.
Subject(s): Sons


A bit of colored glass you laid within my hand.
A treasure trove it was, though covered up with sand.
I smiled at you and kissed you and laid the glass away
Against the time when you should call your treasures in for play.
O happy little son of mine, I treasure all your toys,
As in my heart I treasure up your happiness and joys,
May I keep them all for you against the years that pass
To make your visions rosy -- like the bit of colored glass.





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