Young Mother
by~Robert
William Service
Her
baby was so full of glee,
And
through the day
It
laughed and babbled on her knee
In
happy play.
It
pulled her hair all out of curl
With
noisy joy;
So
peppy she was glad her girl
Was
not a boy.
Then
as she longed for it to sleep,
To
her surprise
It
just relaxed within her keep
With
closing eyes.
And
as it lay upon her breast
So
still its breath,
So
exquisite its utter rest
It
looked like death.
It
seemed like it had slipped away
To
shadow land;
With
tiny face like tinted clay
And
waxen hand.
No
ghost of sigh, no living look . . .
Then
with an ache
Of
panic fear and love she shook
Her
babe awake.
Grandma Snyder
©2013-2015 twosnydergirls
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