I am so weary of toil and of tears,
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! …

Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone; …
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep!

(“Rock Me to Sleep,” in The Family Library of Poetry and Song, ed. William Cullen Bryant [1870], 190–91; punctuation modernized.)
Read the amazing talk that I got first heard this poem through here
Have a beautiful day!
M
4 comments:
this is so sweet and special :)
precious photos! I just posted something similar to the one like the first one you have here about a week or two ago. http://lettersfromcoco.blogspot.com/2010/04/five.html
I love those sweet first moments with baby.
Dear M,
You have inspired me! I am going to try to blog more often. I'm on a roll as of now. Thank you! By the way... I love this one!
What a sweet poem! Thanks for sharing :-)
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