Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY SON, by ANNETTE HEARD First Line: A bit of colored glass you laid within my hand Last Line: To make your visions rosy -- like the bit of colored glass. Subject(s): Sons | ||||||||
A bit of colored glass you laid within my hand. A treasure trove it was, though covered up with sand. I smiled at you and kissed you and laid the glass away Against the time when you should call your treasures in for play. O happy little son of mine, I treasure all your toys, As in my heart I treasure up your happiness and joys, May I keep them all for you against the years that pass To make your visions rosy -- like the bit of colored glass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATEST INJURY by SHARON OLDS PRAYER DURING A TIME MY SON IS HAVING SEIZURES by SHARON OLDS TWO SONGS OF PEACE: 1 by YEHUDA AMICHAI THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH SARAH'S PROMISE by LUCILLE CLIFTON ANY MAN'S ADVICE TO HIS SON by KENNETH FEARING THE RIGHTFUL ONE by DAVID IGNATOW GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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