OUT in the street the children play; They shout and laugh till I come by, Then they are still and go away -- I wonder why. AND grown-up people's faces too -- Until they see me, they are glad. I wonder what it is I do That turns them sad. AND father -- when he looks at me He is sad too, and though he tries To wink them back, I always see Tears in his eyes. NOBODY looks at me the same Since mother went to Heaven to stay. Do they think I am to blame For sending her away? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS THE NAME OF JESUS by JOHN NEWTON LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SPIRITUAL WORSHIP by BERNARD BARTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 25 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |