My Mother, dear; Most Beautiful, The graces which remain Proclaim you were a dainty belle And had a regal reign. Your cheeks were just like apple-bloom -- All soft and luscious pink -- Your eyes were brown as hazel nuts, Your hair . . . like night . . . I think. Today, your locks are grey as moss Festooning live-oak trees. Though wrinkles line your gentle face, You store rich memories Within the Kingdoms of your Heart -- You gave to me its key -- So, there, I wander to and fro Where Love binds you to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON THE ROSE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CLEVER TOM CLINCH GOING TO BE HANGED by JONATHAN SWIFT RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS by ALFRED TENNYSON PSALM 137. THE JEWISH CAPTIVE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE RAMBLE OF THE GODS THROUGH BIRMINGHAM, SELECTION by JAMES BISSET |