The gray cloak of her motherhood She tends with loving care, The fabric of her worthiness Must last through daily wear. For little hands that travel Its soft folds up and down, Will tear a mother's heart-strings And spoil a mother's gown. (The gray cloak of her motherhood She cannot buy in town.) Its wide sleeves, watchful comforting Has hollowed for a nest, And little heads have lain therein And little heads have blessed. And sometimes, sorrow haunts it, It's threadbare from the pain Of loneliness that gnaws it A thousand times again. (The soft, gray cloak of motherhood Is worn where tears have lain.) God weaves strange robes of sacrifice For mortal folk to wear, Her cloak that love alone consumes Is heavy -- sweet to bear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REALITY REQUIRES by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA LONG JOHN BROWN AND LITTLE MARY BELL by WILLIAM BLAKE PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER by ALFRED TENNYSON MIANTOWONA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |