Mothers are such lovely things, I wonder they do not have wings! Their tender bodies cradle us, For us they sound pain's deepest seas; We learn of God, we learn to pray At Mothers' knees! Mothers are such lovely things, I wonder they do not have wings! They guard our helpless years with love, Their loving arms are childhood's nest, They dry our tears, and to our wounds Their lips are pressed! Mothers are such lovely things, I wonder they do not have wings! We may forget, slight them, and scorn, Their love lives on ever the same. We may go down, be steeped in sin; They hide our shame! Mothers are such lovely things! I wonder they do not have wings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION WALDEINSAMKEIT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) SHERMAN'S IN SAVANNAH [DECEMBER 22, 1864] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A TERRE (BEING THE PHILOSOPHY OF MANY SOLDIERS) by WILFRED OWEN VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |