Shet yo' eyes, ma little pickaninny, go to sleep, Mammy's watchin' by you all de w'ile; Daddy is a-wu'kin' down in de cott'n fiel', Wu'kin' fu' his little honey chile. An' yo' mammy's heart is jes' a-brimmin' full o' lub Fu' you f'om yo' head down to yo' feet; Oh, no mattah w'at some othah folks may t'ink o' you, To yo' mammy's heart you's mighty sweet. You's sweet to yo' mammy jes' de same; Dat's why she calls you Honey fu' yo' name. Yo' face is black, dat's true, An' yo' hair is woolly, too, But, you's sweet to yo' mammy jes' de same. Up der in de big house w'ere dey lib so rich an' gran' Dey's got chillen dat dey lubs, I s'pose; Chillen dat is purty, oh, but dey can't lub dem mo' Dan yo' mammy lubs you, heaben knows! Dey may t'ink you's homely, an' yo' clo'es dey may be po', But yo' shinin' eyes, dey hol's a light Dat, my Honey, w'en you opens dem so big an' roun', Makes you lubly in yo' mammy's sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE ONE WOMAN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DEAD MEN, TO A METAPHYSICIAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. WHIM ALLEY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 76. YA WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD LOVE'S WISDOM by ALFRED AUSTIN VERSES, SUGGESTED BY THE FUNERAL OF AN EPITAPH IN BURY CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON |