Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER, by HENRY CHAPPELL First Line: There's a hand so firm and tender Last Line: Is burnt in mother's heart. Subject(s): Caregivers; Family Life; Home; Love; Mothers; Relatives | ||||||||
THERE'S a hand so firm and tender As it holds the cords of home, And guides each wayward footstep, That heedless yearns to roam; That smoothes the roughest places, And stills the childish fears; Is ever there to help the play Or dry the rainbow-tears. There's a voice that makes the darkness Of the little bedroom light; All the bogies fly its music And the nasty dreams take fright, As it tells of shining angels Who watch the whole night long, Till the sun peeps thro' the lattice And the lark begins his song. There's a heart so true and steadfast, That save the one above, No tongue can tell its pity, No words describe its love. If youth forgets, or hair be grey, Whate'er the cause or smart, Each hasty, unkind word you say Is burnt in Mother's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT ELLA MAE by MICHAEL S. HARPER THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES LIZARDS AND SNAKES by ANTHONY HECHT THE BOOK OF A THOUSAND EYES: I LOVE by LYN HEJINIAN CHILD ON THE MARSH by ANDREW HUDGINS MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS PLAYING DEAD by ANDREW HUDGINS THE GLASS HAMMER by ANDREW HUDGINS INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL |
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