Little mother, hold her tightly; You would never guess how lightly Slip the years, And your tears Too soon shall flow. Little mother -- tired? Maybe. But you still can clasp your baby Closely near; Oh, my dear, Be glad it's so! Little mother, Time goes reeling, Womanhood too soon comes stealing; It will make Your heart ache -- I know! I know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY FATHER by WILLIAM SYDNEY GRAHAM THE MOWER TO THE GLOW-WORMS by ANDREW MARVELL AN UNINSCRIBED MONUMENT - BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNET: 17 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET: TO L.T. IN FLORENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |