Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY SON, by ADA TYRRELL

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MY SON, by            
First Line: Here is his little cambric frock
Last Line: My son, and bring him safely back to me!
Subject(s): Fear; Military; Mothers & Sons; Reunions; Soldiers; World War I; First World War

Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in lavender so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.

I fold the frock across my breast,
And in imagination, ah, my sweet,
Once more I hush my babe to rest,
And once again I warm those little feet.

Where do those strong young feet now stand?
In flooded trench, half numb to cold or pain,
Or marching through the desert sand
To some dread place that they may never gain.

God guide him and his men today!
Though death may lurk in any tree or hill,
His brave young spirit is their stay,
Trusting in that they'll follow where he will.

They love him for his tender heart
When poverty or sorrow asks for aid,
But he must see each do their part—
Of cowardice alone he is afraid.

O ask no honours on the field,
That other men have won as brave as he—
I only pray that God may shield
My son, and bring him safely back to me!

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