Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY MOTHER, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "such a weak, little, tiny body" Last Line: She has not been able to do Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
SUCH a weak, little, tiny body, To shelter so brave a heart, Such morsels of hands to labor so long, And bear such a valiant part In the battle of life, such diminutive feet To journey so far and so fast On the road which leads up from the glimmer of dawn To the glory of sunset at last. Yet so great is the power of a woman, If only her will is strong, She is mighty to fight and conquer, (Though the struggle be dreary and long) With the armies of pain and sorrow, If her soul be but pure and true, There is nothing through all the ages, She has not been able to do. | 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 TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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