FIRST she come to our house, Tommy run and hid; And Emily and Bob and me We cried jus' like we did When Mother died, -- and we all said 'At we all wisht 'at we was dead! And Nurse she couldn't stop us; And Pa he tried and tried, -- We sobbed and shook and wouldn't look, But only cried and cried; And nen some one -- we couldn't jus' Tell who -- was cryin' same as us! Our Stepmother! Yes, it was her, Her arms around us all -- 'Cause Tom slid down the banister And peeked in from the hall. -- And we all love her, too, because She's purt' nigh good as Mother was! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT? by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS WALT WHITMAN by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY STORM AT SEA (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |