WHENEVER I am bad all day Until I'm really 'shamed to pray, I wait till mother comes to say "Good night, dear child." That's mother's way. And then, somehow, I don't know why, I tell her everything and cry. She hugs me then, and right away I feel less sad. That's mother's way. And mother kneels down by my bed And pulls my face close to her head, And we both snuggle down and pray, That's why I'm glad for mother's way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO MALTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) ROME. AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS NEAR THE GRAVES OF SHELLEY by THOMAS HARDY SEVEN TIMES THREE [ - LOVE] by JEAN INGELOW INLAND by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT TACT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |