SOME day I shall hope to come again and find you With that same serenity of sweetness in your smile And three small children who may not mind you Better than normal youngsters do ... They will be scrubbed and red and boyish ... And we shall sit and talk a while (Two children on my knees, the one with you Too shy to answer my advances) In a room that shows your work Through a comfortable disarray that still is neat. For to your sort of heart no circumstances Bred of poverty or wealth can bring defeat And I'll come back some day just for the joy (Joy sweetened with sorrow that such a wife By the errancies of wanderlust exile Had been forbidden to my life) Of seeing your old smile Light at the chatter of your youngest boy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SARAH BROWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE REWARD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |