I search among the plain and lovely words To find what the one word "Mother" means. As well Try to define the tangled song of birds, The echo in the hills of one clear bell -- One cannot snare the wind -- or catch the wings Of shadows flying low across the wheat. Ah -- who can prison simple, natural things That make the long days beautiful and sweet? "Mother" -- a word that holds the tender spell Of all the dear, essential things of earth: A home, clean sunlit rooms, and the good smell Of bread, a table spread, a glowing hearth, And love beyond the dream of anyone -- I search for words for her -- and there are none. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY UNREALITY by MERCEDES DE ACOSTA THE VIKING by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY HUMANE REVENGE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT WITH YOU by THOMAS H. BRIGGS JR. |