WHO soothed me after my boyish fight, And held me in her arms so tight, And knew--and knew--my cause was right? My mother. Who, when low grades from school were sent, Healed my hurt pride, cheered my intent, And knew I would be President? My mother. Who, when my dreams had come to naught, In spite of all that worldlings thought, Believed, believed, and aye besought? My mother. Who, when I reeked with sin and shame, Without a word of grief or blame Saw one true spark and made it flame? My mother. Who, when in blackest hell I lie, Will lift my thwarted soul on high And make hell heaven, if she is by? My mother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS GARDEN WIRELESS by CARL SANDBURG THE INEBRIATE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM CUPID AND CAMPASPE, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY |