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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A THREAD OF HAIR, by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER
First Line: Here, in her old work-basket
Last Line: As I sit here alone!
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: Here, in her old work-basket
Last Line: As I sit here alone!
Subject(s): Mothers
HERE, in her old work-basket--
Now that my mother's gone--
I find a thread of silver--
A single hair alone.
Than filigree more slender;
And yet that thread is strong
To draw my heart and crush it,
Till tears are all its song.
I knew when her locks were golden,
And here, night after night,
Over this old work-basket,
I saw them change to white.
This little thread surviving,
That tender mother gone!--
What wonder I am weeping
As I sit here alone!
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