Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRAYER FOR THE LITTLE'UN, by PHYLLIS LIVINGSTON First Line: I have dug a hole and put him in the ground Last Line: I have done my do . . . The rest is up to you. Subject(s): Funerals; Burials | ||||||||
I have dug a hole and put him in the ground And put the red clay over him in a mound, And fixed a purty trimmin' all around With sody water bottles I brung from town. I have done my do . . . the rest is up to You. Lord, the little 'un never did git enough meat; I used to swear his vittles went to his feet. Him so little -- and whitish and sort of sweet -- He's dead now -- and never got enough to eat! So, God, You need not take him up on Your knees, And kiss him and give him toys and Christmas trees. Just give him chicken and bread and cake and peas, And let him git his belly full -- just once, please. I have dug a hole and put him in the ground, And put the red clay over him in a mound, And fixed a purty trimmin' all around With sody water bottles I brung from town. I have done my do . . . the rest is up to You. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL SERMON by ANDREW HUDGINS RETURN FROM DELHI by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE SCATTERING OF EVAN JONES'S ASHES by GALWAY KINNELL BROWNING'S FUNERAL by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL MY FATHER'S BODY by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE |
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