Why is it that mother Can always wake up early and call me When I have to get up At four o'clock or five o'clock Or any old time, To go fishing; Or if I have to catch a train, To go out of town early for a football match? How is it that she can have a warm breakfast for me to eat? How is it that she of all the house is wide awake? Dear, sleepless heart of my mother! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MODEST LOVE; SONG by EDWARD DYER THE COMPLAINT OF POETIE, FOR THE DEATH OF LIBERALITE by RICHARD BARNFIELD POSTHUMOUS REMORSE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE MIRROR OF DIANA by MATHILDE BLIND HELEN'S TOWER by ROBERT BROWNING ADDRESSED TO A LADY by ROBERT BURNS |