DEAD! my wayward boy -- @3my own@1 -- Not @3the Law's!@1 but @3mine@1 -- the good God's free gift to me alone, Sanctified by motherhood. "Bad," you say: Well, who is not? "Brutal" -- "with a heart of stone" -- And "red-handed." -- Ah! the hot Blood upon your own! I come not, with downward eyes, To plead for him shamedly, -- God did not apologize When he gave the boy to me. Simply, I make ready now For @3His@1 verdict. -- @3You@1 prepare -- You have killed us both -- and how Will you face us There? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAIN AFTER A VAUDEVILLE SHOW by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE PLOUGH; A LANDSCAPE IN BERKSHIRE by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EXPECTATION by GLADYS BRIERLY ASHOUR THE UNKNOWN QUANTITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NAMES OF ROMANCE by BERTON BRALEY |