Saturday, May 12, 2007

For Mothers

A Cradle Song

THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.

God's laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with his mood.

I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.

William Butler Yeats

From The Poets' Corner.

A Blessed and Happy Mother's Day!


Presbyterian Gal said...

Bon Noir Grandmere Mimi,
That is a perfect poem for la jour de maman. Merci.

Share Cropper said...

Thanks, Mimi, and Happy Mother's Day to you.

Grandmère Mimi said...

I like the poem, too. I miss the babies. Now my grandchildren are growing up so quickly - too fast for me.

Saint Pat said...

Slightly belated Mother's Day to the Grand Mere of them all, MIMI!

Prayers for your son and grandchildren are going up now. I know you are such a blessing to them.