Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN OLD PICTURE, by OLIVER MARBLE First Line: Through many a year a picture dear Last Line: And I'm her little boy. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
THROUGH many a year a picture dear Hung just above my bed; It plainly showed a shady road That, curving gently, led Past shrub and tree, till I could see, Beside a blossoming vine, My mother stand, as once she stood When she was young, and I was good, In days all sun and shine. I saw her there, so sweet and fair, When I drove off to school; I knew the bliss of her fond kiss On that deep porch and cool; And every night the blessed sight Of her above my bed Consoled me for the boyish woes Of absence--comforted I rose When my brief prayer was said,-- The little prayer she taught me there As I knelt in the room Beside her knee, while I could see The twining vine in bloom; And every night in that dim light I clambered o'er my bed To kiss the picture and kiss her, As she'd kissed her small traveller Leaving the old homestead. The change and strife of later life, The years that leave me gray. Have taken, too, that pictured view; But cannot take away The memory so dear to me, That fond and wistful joy: There stands my home, and mother's there, So young, so good, so sweet and fair, And I'm her little boy. | 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 HORRIBLE EXAMPLE by OLIVER MARBLE |
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