Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!

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.)

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Have a beautiful day!



Domesticated-Bliss said...

this is so sweet and special :)

Cole said...

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.

L said...

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!

Kristin said...

What a sweet poem! Thanks for sharing :-)