A mother has so many cares There's little time to play. She's combing out the snarly hairs, Or darning holes or mending tears, Or kissing hurts or soothing scares All through the live-long day. But I and mother often say, Though tiring duties heap Upon our shoulders as they may, The nicest duty of the day Is when we've put the toys away And rock our babes to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAVIS MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR |