Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT SINGING TIME, by ANNE P. L. FIELD First Line: I have a little daughter Last Line: That singing-mothers wear! Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
I HAVE a little daughter Who's scarcely half-past three And in the twilight hour She climbs upon my knee And snuggles down within my arm With "Mother, sing to me!" I sing about the squirrels That frolic in the wood, About two furry kittens-- One naughty and one good And then some tender lullabies-- Just as a mother should. The light grows faint, and fainter; The sandman guards the door; My baby's boat drifts slowly Upon the slumber shore-- But if the singing stops, she cries, "O Mother, sing some more!" I'm sure no prima-donna Adored from East to West, Feels half the satisfaction, Or is so truly blest As I, when singing to my child Held closely to my breast. Not all the fame and glory Of divas can compare With that deep thrill of pleasure Which is my humble share, For precious are the laurel-wreaths That singing-mothers wear! | 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 BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE |
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