Why is it that mother Can always wake up early and call me When I have to get up At four o'clock or five o'clock Or any old time, To go fishing; Or if I have to catch a train, To go out of town early for a football match? How is it that she can have a warm breakfast for me to eat? How is it that she of all the house is wide awake? Dear, sleepless heart of my mother! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROUBLE IN DE KITCHEN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE LAST DEMAND by FAITH BALDWIN THE GOLDEN LOCKS OF ANNA by ROBERT BURNS LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |