LIGHTLY she slept, that splendid mother mine Who faced death, undismayed, two hopeless years ... ("Think of me sometimes, son, but not with tears Lest my soul grieve," she writes. Oh, this divine Unselfishness!) ... Her favourite print smiled down— The stippled Cupid, Bartolozzi-brown— Upon my sorrow. Fire-gleams, fitful, played Among her playthings—Toby mugs and jade. ... And then I dreamed that—suddenly, strangely clear— A voice I knew not, faltered at my ear: "Courage!" ... Your own dear voice, loved since, and known! And now that she sleeps well, come times @3her@1 voice Whispers in day-dreams: "Courage, son! Rejoice That, leaving you, I left you not alone." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |