Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE TWO MOTHERS, by VIRGINIA BULLOCK-WILLIS


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THE TWO MOTHERS, by            
First Line: They brought him home on his birthday
Last Line: While the last bears him to death's long rest.
Subject(s): Funerals; Mothers & Sons; Parents; Burials; Parenthood


They brought him home on his birthday
To sleep on his Mother's breast,
To be done with the world and its turmoil,
And sorrow's acid test.
And I fancied he smiled in his slumbers,
As if he seemed to know
That his Mother's arms were about him,
As they were in the long-ago.
But then 'twas his earthly Mother,
And now 'tis his Mother the Earth
Who gathers him up to her bosom,
As she did who first gave him birth.
Both of the Mothers are tender;
But the Earth is the tenderest and best;
For the first bore him to a life of suffering,
While the last bears him to death's long rest.





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