WHO soothed me after my boyish fight, And held me in her arms so tight, And knew--and knew--my cause was right? My mother. Who, when low grades from school were sent, Healed my hurt pride, cheered my intent, And knew I would be President? My mother. Who, when my dreams had come to naught, In spite of all that worldlings thought, Believed, believed, and aye besought? My mother. Who, when I reeked with sin and shame, Without a word of grief or blame Saw one true spark and made it flame? My mother. Who, when in blackest hell I lie, Will lift my thwarted soul on high And make hell heaven, if she is by? My mother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR A VIRGIN LADY by COUNTEE CULLEN SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL; WRITTEN IN GERMANY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY WHAT OF THE DARKNESS?; TO THE HAPPY DEAD PEOPLE by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) EPIGRAM: PERJURY by ROBERT NUGENT |