AT six o'clock in the evening, The time for lullabies, My son lay on my mother's lap With sleepy, sleepy eyes! (@3O drowsy little manny boy, With sleepy, sleepy eyes!@1) I heard her sing, and rock him, And the creak of the swaying chair, And the old dear cadence of the words Came softly down the stair. And all the years had vanished, All folly, greed, and stain -- The old, old song, the creaking chair, The dearest arms again! (@3O lucky little manny boy, To feel those arms again!@1) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 8. TO MINNIE (WITH A HAND-GLASS) by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SERENADE by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD MY SON'S SON TO HIS SON'S SON - PERHAPS by MABEL RUTHERFORD BRIDGES |