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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SAD MOTHER, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography
First Line: O when the half-light weaves
Last Line: And I am ever alone.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: O when the half-light weaves
Last Line: And I am ever alone.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan
Subject(s): Mothers
O WHEN the half-light weaves
Wild shadows on the floor,
How ghostly come the withered leaves
Stealing about my door!
I sit and hold my breath,
Lone in the lonely house;
Naught breaks the silence still as death,
Only a creeping mouse.
The patter of leaves, it may be,
But liker patter of feet,
The small feet of my own baby
That never felt the heat.
The small feet of my son,
Cold as the grave yard sod;
My little, dumb, unchristened one
That may not win to God.
"Come in, dear babe," I cry,
Opening the door so wide.
The leaves go stealing softly by;
How dark it is outside!
And though I kneel and pray
Long on the threshold-stone
The little feet press on their way,
And I am ever alone.
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