O MOTHERS, so weary, discouraged, Worn out with the cares of the day, You often grow cross and impatient, Complain of the noise and the play; For the day brings so many vexations, So many things going amiss; But, mothers, whatever may vex you, Send the children to bed with a kiss! The dear little feet wander often, Perhaps, from the pathway of right, The dear little hands find new mischief To try you from morning till night; But think of the desolate mothers Who'd give all the world for your bliss, And, as thanks for your infinite blessings, Send the children to bed with a kiss. For some day their noise will not vex you, The silence will hurt you far more; You will long for their sweet childish voices For a sweet childish face at the door; And to press a child's face to your bosom, You'd give all the world for just this! For the comfort 'twill bring you in sorrow, Send the children to bed with a kiss! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |