DEAD! my wayward boy -- @3my own@1 -- Not @3the Law's!@1 but @3mine@1 -- the good God's free gift to me alone, Sanctified by motherhood. "Bad," you say: Well, who is not? "Brutal" -- "with a heart of stone" -- And "red-handed." -- Ah! the hot Blood upon your own! I come not, with downward eyes, To plead for him shamedly, -- God did not apologize When he gave the boy to me. Simply, I make ready now For @3His@1 verdict. -- @3You@1 prepare -- You have killed us both -- and how Will you face us There? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PHILLIS'S AGE by MATTHEW PRIOR TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A WAY TO A HAPPY NEW YEAR by ROBERT BREWSTER BEATTIE THE CONGREGATION by GAMALIEL BRADFORD WHITEHAVEN HARBOUR by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |