Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALL ON ACCOUNT OF THE BABY', by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS Poet's Biography First Line: An ache in the back and an ache in the arms Last Line: All on account of the baby Subject(s): Babies | ||||||||
An ache in the back and an ache in the arms, All on account of the baby; A fear and a fright and a thousand alarms, All on account of the baby; And bottles and rattles and whistles and rings, From cellar to attic a clutter of things, From morning to night and to morning again More fuss and more fume than an army of men, And a head that is stupid for lack of its Bleep, And a heart where a flood of anxieties leap, - All on account of the baby. A joy In the heart and a light in the eyes, All on account of the baby. A growing content and a growing surprise, All on account of the baby; And patience that conquers a myriad frets, And a sunshiny song that another begets, And pureness of soul as a baby is pure, And sureness of faith as the children are sure, And a glory of love between husband and wife, And a saner and happier outlook on life, All on account of the baby. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET TO HIS BABY SON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BABYHOOD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN INFANCY by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BALLAD OF THE LAYETTE by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A TOAST FOR LITTLE IRON MIKE by PAUL MARIANI THE PAMPERING OF LEORA by THYLIAS MOSS ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE THRIVING SEASON by LISEL MUELLER A BATTLE SONG (WRITTEN IN THE WORLD WAR) by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS |
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