Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER'S HERITAGE, by HELEN C. SMITH First Line: My mother's voice! Fond memory can no richer Last Line: I would that I might leave as rich a heritage behind. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
MY mother's voice! Fond memory can no richer treasure bring. No songs are half so sweet to me as those she used to sing, No tales so well remembered are as those rehearsed to me, A happy, trusting little child, beside my mother's knee. My mother, when I think of all thy self-forgetting zeal, That sought another's grief to share, another's woes to heal; The little shining deeds of love the world not often sees, Ah me! I cannot count the worth of blessings such as these! But still in fadeless memories they are treasured every one, Those little golden threads of life her hands so deftly spon; And often as in revery they come again to mind, I would that I might leave as rich a heritage behind. | 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 PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST |
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