I shall never forget my mother's voice singing. It was a true voice that no one could forget Who had heard it once. It came like water springing From a deep spring that must be running yet Somewhere for someone else to sing from. I Could wish that spring were mine, for like no other Singing was my mother's singing. Why, I never knew for sure. Always my mother Had her songs by heart and sang them so -- Old songs that everyone knew and dozens more -- But though I loved them it is only the tunes I know. The words are half forgot. I thought before, While she still sang her songs, that one by one I should write them down. Now that can never be done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEASURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ODE: THE MEDITERRANEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA TONE PICTURE (MALIPIERO: IMPRESSONI DAL VERO) by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER |