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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY MOTHER, by WILLIAM LAWRENCE CHITTENDEN First Line: I know a dear old lady Last Line: And twine love's garlands there. Alternate Author Name(s): Chittenden, Larry Subject(s): Mothers | |||
I KNOW a dear old lady Whose voice is soft and low; Her face is like some picture, A dream of long ago. She is not great or famous, Nor known in realms of art, But she is rich in treasures Which gild a kindly heart. To see her is to bless her; Her praise is on each tongue; She's friends in all the aged, And "lovers in the young." Her life's a living sermon Of hope and gentle facts-- A text for human nature, That's found in loving acts! She fills her world with kindness, It brightens every spot. She has her earthly sorrows, But yet of earth is not. She's patient, pure, and happy, In these her twilight days; Her lips are ever ready To comfort or to praise. Her soul's a gleam of sunshine, A rainbow of Life's showers; Her presence is a garden Of ever-blowing flowers, Which Time can never wither, For recollections rare Shall bloom around her Memory, And twine Love's garlands there. | 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 |
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