Ode to Mothers -- Poetry for Mothers Day @ the Library

Posted on Thursday, May 9, 2013 by LaurenJoan

mother and baby Mother and Child by: Agnes Ethelwyn Wetherald (1857–1940) I saw a mother holding  Her play-worn baby son, Her pliant arms enfolding  The drooping little one. Her lips were made of sweetness,  And sweet the eyes above; With infantile completeness  He yielded to her love. And I who saw the heaving  Of breast to dimpling cheek, Have felt, within, the weaving  Of thoughts I cannot speak; . . . more »

Ode to Mothers -- Poetry for Mothers Day @ the Library

Posted on Thursday, May 9, 2013 by LaurenJoan

mother and baby Mother and Child by: Agnes Ethelwyn Wetherald (1857–1940) I saw a mother holding  Her play-worn baby son, Her pliant arms enfolding  The drooping little one. Her lips were made of sweetness,  And sweet the eyes above; With infantile completeness  He yielded to her love. And I who saw the heaving  Of breast to dimpling cheek, Have felt, within, the weaving  Of thoughts I cannot speak; . . . more »

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