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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER, by ETHEL RICHARDSON STILLWELL
First Line: Your love was daffodils in spring
Last Line: I have my joy of him.
Subject(s): Children; Death; Gratitude; Love; Mothers; Childhood; Dead, The
First Line: Your love was daffodils in spring
Last Line: I have my joy of him.
Subject(s): Children; Death; Gratitude; Love; Mothers; Childhood; Dead, The
Your love was daffodils in spring,
And butterflies, and birds.
I would not tame that joyous thing
To any worn-out words.
You gave me all your gift, and then,
Across the starry skies,
You send me all your gift again—
My son, who has your eyes.
No death can take you, verily,
Nor time nor distance dim.
Because you had your joy of me
I have my joy of him.
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