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!
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4 comments:

  1. LoriMay 12, 2007 at 9:29 PM

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

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  2. sharecropperMay 13, 2007 at 7:36 AM

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

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  3. June ButlerMay 13, 2007 at 6:33 PM

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

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  4. Saint PatMay 14, 2007 at 7:33 AM

    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.

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