I am as weary as a child
That weeps upon its mother's breast
For joy of comforting. But I
Have no such place to rest.
I am as weary as a bird
Blown by wild winds far out to sea
When it regains its nest. But, Oh,
There waits no nest for me.
What think you may sustain the bird
That finds no housing after flight?
And what the little child console
Who weeps alone at night?
A Song
Theodosia Garrison
(1)
Poem topics: alone, joy, mother, night, sea, wild, flight, place, sustain, child, I love you, I miss you, bird, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about A Song poem by Theodosia Garrison
Best Poems of Theodosia Garrison