PO' little Jude, why, doan' yo' know Dat little chile? A yeah ago Her muddah died. I reckon now 'Twais jais las' spring I' se tellin' yo' 'Bout little Jude. Po' little waif indeed she war; An' how she cried, jes' out de crib Dat baby war an' her muddah died. Could walk an' run an' jabbah some, Dat little Jude. Hit make me cry, Tale yo' hit do, jes' when I tink 'Bout little Jude. De fun'al day she war asleep, Tuckt in de crib, dat little chile Had on her bib -- dat orfin Jude. De mo'ners come; an' when dey pray Dat little Jude waked up an' say: "Mammie! Mammie!" jes' dat way. Nobody know jes' what to do Wid little Jude. She cry so ha'd dey lif' her down; F'om room to room she toddled roun' A-cryin': "Mammie! come an' take Yo' little Judy dat's awake -- Yo' little Judy's wide awake." My lan'! de teahs come in my eyes! But when she foun' her own high chaih, Dat had been hid an' pushed it up 'Long side ob whah her muddah was, An' den climbed up an' pounded on De coffin-lid, I couldn't stan' De awful grief -- de sobs an' teahs -- An' little Jude, a-lookin' roun' Foh one dat now at las' she's foun' -- While, chile I kain't -- I nevah will Fo'get dat day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURY ME IN A FREE LAND by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY LINES TO A LADY by DJUNA BARNES THE VANISHED VOICE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. BY THE MERSEY by EDWARD CARPENTER CONCERNING TABITHA'S DANCING OF THE MINUET by ARTHUR WILLIS COLTON |