Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WEARY MOTHER, by DOUGLAS MALLOCH Poet's Biography First Line: They fold her hands upon her breast Last Line: To let her rest a little now. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
They fold her hands upon her breast, They close her eyes in quiet sleep, And come away and let her rest, In slumber wonderfully deep. No weary way she now must keep, A burden on her shoulders pressed -- She knows the slumber of the blest That it was promised she would reap. The sermon gives her much of praise In language beautiful. I fear That never eloquence of phrase Will wake her unaccustomed ear. Love long aloof now gathers near To speak affection many ways, That often in the dreary days It would have gladdened her to hear. The crown of glory rightly won, The laurel on the mother's brow, We give when all her work is done -- And yet I sometimes wish, somehow, That life's mad hurry would allow The busy daughter, busy son, Before her slumber has begun, To let her rest a little now. | 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 DIFFERENT WAY by DOUGLAS MALLOCH |
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