Mother! Mother!
The startled cry of childish fright
Rang through the silence of the night,
As but the mother's fond caress
Could soothe its infantile distress;
And the mother answered, with loving stroke
Of her gentle hand, as she softly spoke:
“Hush, hush, my child, that troubled cry;
What evil can harm thee, with mother nigh?”
Mother! Mother!
Long years have passed, and the fevered brow
Of a bearded man, she is stroking now,
As through delirium and pain
He cries as a little child, again.
And the mother answered, with loving stroke
Of her careworn hand, as she softly spoke:
“Hush, hush, my child, that troubled cry;
What evil can harm thee, with mother nigh?”
Mother! Mother!
Still time rolls on, and an old man stands
Trembling on life's declining sands;
As memory bridges the flood of years
He cries as a child, with childish tears;
And memory answers, with loving stroke
Of a vanished hand, and an echo spoke:
“Hush, hush, my child, that troubled cry;
What evil can harm thee, with mother nigh?”
Mother.'alpha And Omega
Alfred Castner King
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Poem topics: life, night, pain, silence, time, gentle, long, distress, memory, evil, child, mother, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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