Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY FOSTER SON, by GERTRUDE S. FLICKINGER First Line: Heed not the taunts of the other lads Last Line: Because you suited me. Subject(s): Adoption | ||||||||
Heed not the taunts of the other lads Who shout: "Adopted child." They do not know there's another side When thus they have you styled. I did not give you birth, 'tis true, That is my loss, not thine. You can remember this, my son, 'Twas choice that made you mine. I took you not by chance, dear boy, Let this your comfort be. But chose you from the multitude Because you suited me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE IMPROVISATORE: LEOPOLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES STRANGER by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 121 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WELCOME HOME by MICHAEL F. ANDERSON NOT REALLY YOURS, SOME PEOPLE SAY by VICKI ANDRES FOR MY HUSBAND'S MOTHER by ELLEN BASS FOR ANTHONY: CHRISTMAS, 1964 by LOLA ZIERER BEIHL TO JOHN-DAVID by ROSEMARY BLEEKE DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE |
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