Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD MOTHERS, by CHARLES SARSFIELD ROSS First Line: I love old mothers - mothers with white hair Last Line: Old garden walks, old roses, and old loves. Variant Title(s): Dear Old Mothers Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
I LOVE old mothers -- mothers with white hair, And kindly eyes, and lips grown softly sweet, With murmured blessings over sleeping babes. There is a something in their quiet grace That speaks the calm of Sabbath afternoons; A knowledge in their deep, unfaltering eyes, That far outreaches all philosophy. Time, with caressing touch, about them weaves The silver-threaded fairy-shawl of age, While all the echoes of forgotten songs Seemed joined to lend a sweetness to their speech. Old mothers! -- as they pass with slow-timed step, Their trembling hands cling gently to youth's strength. Sweet mothers! As they pass, one sees again, Old garden walks, old roses, and old loves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE THE HEART OF THE BRUCE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |
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