Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MOTHER-IN-LAW, by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX


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First Line: She was my dream's fulfillment and my joy
Last Line: And so, forgive me, if my eyes are wet.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wilson, Robert, Mrs.
Subject(s): Women


She was my dream's fulfillment and my joy,
This lovely woman whom you call your wife.
You sported at your play, an idle boy,
When first I felt the stirring of her life --
Within my startled being I was thrilled
With such intensity of love, it filled
The Universe! But words are vain --
No man can comprehend that wild, sweet pain.

You smiled in childhood's slumber while I felt
The agonies of labour; and the nights
I, weeping, o'er the little sufferer knelt,
You, wandering on through dreamland's fair delight
Flung out your lengthening limbs and slept and grew,
While I, awake, saved this dear wife for you.

She was my heart's loved idol and my pride --
I taught her all those graces which you praise;
I dreamed of coming years, when at my side
She should lend luster to my fading days,
Should cling to me (as she to you clings now)
The young fruit hanging to the withered bough.
But lo! The blossom was so fair a sight
You plucked it from me, for your own delight.

Well, you are worthy of her -- oh, thank God --
And yet I do not think you realize
How burning were the sands o'er which I trod
To bear and rear this woman you so prize.
It was no easy thing to see her go --
Even into the arms of the one she worshipped so.

How strong, how vast, how awful seems the power
Of this new love which fills a maiden's heart,
For one who never bore a single hour
Of pain for her; which tears her life apart
From all its moorings, and controls her more
Than all the ties, the years have held before;
Which crowns a stranger with a kingly grace,
And gives the one who bore her -- second place.

She loves me still. And yet were Death to say,
"Choose now between them." You would be her choice,
God meant it so to be -- it is His way --
But can you wonder if, while I rejoice,
In her content, this thought hurts like a knife;
"No longer necessary to her life?"

My pleasure in her joy is bittersweet.
Your very goodness sometimes hurts my heart,
Because for her, Life's Drama seems complete
Without the mother's oft-repeated part.
Be patient with me. She was mine so long
Who now is yours. One must indeed be strong
To meet the loss without the least regret.
And so, forgive me, if my eyes are wet.





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