Poetry Friday (on Saturday): Mother’s Day

I just had to post this week’s poem for Poetry Friday in honor of Mother’s Day, even though today is Saturday!  Sorry for the delay. 🙂

This week’s Poetry Friday round-up is being hosted by The Family Bookshelf.  Enjoy!

The Young Mother Giclee Print

The Young Mother by Mary Cassatt

The Mother 
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping
Warm in my arms,
And I con to my heart all your dew-fresh charms,
As you lie close, close in my hungry hold . . .
Your hair like a miser’s dream of gold,
And the white rose of your face far fairer,
Finer, and rarer
Than all the flowers in the young year’s keeping;
Over lips half parted your low breath creeping
Is sweeter than violets in April grasses;
Though your eyes are fast shut I can see their blue,
Splendid and soft as starshine in heaven,
With all the joyance and wisdom given
From the many souls who have stanchly striven
Through the dead years to be strong and true.
Those fine little feet in my worn hands holden . . .
Where will they tread ?
Valleys of shadow or heights dawn-red?
And those silken fingers, O, wee, white son,
What valorous deeds shall by them be done
In the future that yet so distant is seeming
To my fond dreaming?
What words all so musical and golden
With starry truth and poesy olden
Shall those lips speak in the years on-coming?
O, child of mine, with waxen brow,
Surely your words of that dim to-morrow
Rapture and power and grace must borrow
From the poignant love and holy sorrow
Of the heart that shrines and cradles you now!

Some bitter day you will love another,
To her will bear
Love-gifts and woo her . . . then must I share
You and your tenderness! Now you are mine
From your feet to your hair so golden and fine,
And your crumpled finger-tips . . . mine completely,
Wholly and sweetly;
Mine with kisses deep to smother,
No one so near to you now as your mother!
Others may hear your words of beauty,
But your precious silence is mine alone;
Here in my arms I have enrolled you,
Away from the grasping world I fold you,
Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone!

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5 Responses to “Poetry Friday (on Saturday): Mother’s Day”


  1. 1 Terry Doherty May 9, 2011 at 4:10 am

    What a wonderful way to start my morning, Nicole. “mine” is a daughter, but the poem captures so many memories playing through my mind this weekend as she wanted to cuddle to drift off to sleep and I was soothing her to sleep just as I did 9 years ago. In that beautiful bond that can only come in silence.

  2. 2 Pop and Ma May 6, 2012 at 8:09 am

    Happy Mother’s Day May 7, 2012

    Pop and Ma

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  1. 1 Poetry Friday: Mother’s Day Weekend Edition | Family Bookshelf Trackback on May 9, 2011 at 4:08 am

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