Other women's children lean Their heads against my cheek, Whisper secrets in my ear, Or curiously seek Mirror pictures in my eyes, And tangle up my hair, Playing I'm a tiger, or A fearsome grizzly bear. Other women's children creep Up close to me at night, Lisping, "Now I lay me," and "Please leave a little light!" In the early hours of dawn I hear their waking cries, Breaking in upon my dreams Of you in Paradise -- You and that all perfect thing, Our child that was to be. Other women's children must Mean everything to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM |