When I was young I learned to minimize My crooked back and strive for self-control When someone pitied me. I played the role Of fair-haired princess under curious eyes, And if at times there were heart-breaking cries Within me, I drew close the velvet stole Of courage loaned me by the sightless mole And thought that pain had made me strong and wise. But now I am besieged with trembling fear, For yesterday my daughter looked at me With shrinking wonder. God, please compensate Her dawning consciousness when children jeer And as an anodyne for agony Oh let her realize my soul is straight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOM BOWLING ['S EPITAPH] by CHARLES DIBDIN THE TWO MYSTERIES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELSA WERTMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GIVE ME THY HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER KARMA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |