HOW many buttons are missing to-day? How many playthings are strewn in her way? Nobody knows but mother. How many thimbles and spools has she missed? How many burns on each little fist? How many bumps to be cuddled and kissed? Nobody knows but mother. How many stockings to darn, do you know? How many muddy shoes all in a rew? Nobody knows but mother. How many little torn aprons to mend? How many hours of toil must she spend? What is the time when her day's work shall end? Nobody knows but mother. How many cares does a mother-heart know? How many joys from her mother-love flow? Nobody knows but mother. How many prayers by each little white bed? How many tears for her babe has she shed? How many kisses for each curly head? Nobody knows but mother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND by PHOEBE CARY BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM GATHERING SONG OF DONALD [OR, DONUI DHU] THE BLACK by WALTER SCOTT A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE THE DAY-DREAM: MORAL by ALFRED TENNYSON |