"Black Sheep, Black Sheep,
Have you any wool?"
"That I have, my Master,
Three bags full."
One is for the mother who prays for me at night--
A gift of broken promises to count by candle-light.
One is for the tried friend who raised me when I fell--
A gift of weakling's tinsel oaths that strew the path to hell.
And one is for the true love--the heaviest of all--
That holds the pieces of a faith a careless hand let fall.
Black Sheep, Black Sheep,
Have you ought to say?
A word to each, my Master,
Ere I go my way.
A word unto my mother to bid her think o' me
Only as a little lad playing at her knee.
A word unto my tried friend to bid him see again
Two laughing lads in Springtime a-racing down the glen.
A word unto my true love--a single word--to pray
If one day I cross her path to turn her eyes away.
Black Sheep
Theodosia Garrison
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Poem topics: I love you, away, faith, light, night, pray, single, candle, broken, Valentine's Day, friend, mother, true, gift, master, love, I miss you, sheep, black, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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