I WISH that she had drowned him quite, Or beat your precious babe to death; Since he has grown so fierce and strong He'll beat me out of my last breath. Your precious babe is now a man, But, mother, he's not worth the skin -- As husband, father, or a son -- That he was made for living in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A CHRISTMAS CAROL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE WALLABOUT MARTYRS by WALT WHITMAN THE IVORY GATE; AN UNFINISHED DRAFT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PRODIGAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |