Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RARE BOOK, by EDNA SCRUGGS WILLIAMSON First Line: Twas just a little while ago - or so, to me, it seems Last Line: Long upon the cherished pages marked by baby fingers. Subject(s): Books; Children; Mothers; Reading; Childhood | ||||||||
'Twas just a little while ago -- or so, to me, it seems -- He stood beside my rocking chair and told me of his dreams. "Mother, I'll make a pretty book like one I saw last night; It was full of pretty flowers, and birds, and dogs that would not bite." So with paste and shears and magazines, down on the floor he sat To cut out flowers, a boy, a dog, or maybe a woolly cat. Oh, no, it has not been so long; I see him through the years, How hard his little fingers strove to work the heavy shears! O little book so precious! Not because of beauty rare, But because his small hand fashioned it with eager, loving care. Now bitter tears, beyond control, fall as my vision lingers Long upon the cherished pages marked by baby fingers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE OLD MILL by EDNA SCRUGGS WILLIAMSON |
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