Into the world you came, and I was dumb,
Because "God did it," so the wise ones said;
I wonder sometimes "Did you really come?"
And "Are you truly . . . DEAD?"
Thus you went out -- alone and uncaressed;
O sweet, soft thing, in all your infant grace,
I never held you in my arms, nor pressed
Warm kisses on your face!
But, in the Garden of the Undefiled,
My soul will claim you . . . you, and not another;
I shall hold out my arms, and say "MY CHILD!"
And you will call me "MOTHER!"
To A Little White Bird
Fay Inchfawn
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Poem topics: alone, child, god, mother, never, sometimes, world, soul, sweet, wise, claim, face, garden, warm, hold, soft, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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