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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER, by ETHEL RICHARDSON STILLWELL First Line: Your love was daffodils in spring Last Line: I have my joy of him. Subject(s): Children; Death; Gratitude; Love; Mothers; Childhood; Dead, The | |||
Your love was daffodils in spring, And butterflies, and birds. I would not tame that joyous thing To any worn-out words. You gave me all your gift, and then, Across the starry skies, You send me all your gift again— My son, who has your eyes. No death can take you, verily, Nor time nor distance dim. Because you had your joy of me I have my joy of him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND GOD MADE A WORLD by ETHEL RICHARDSON STILLWELL |
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