The Mother

by Robert William Service (1874-1958)
Your children grow from you apart,
Afar and still afar;
And yet it should rejoice your heart
To see how glad they are;
In school and sport, in work and play,
And last, in wedded bliss
How others claim with joy to-day
The lips you used to kiss.

Your children distant will become,
And wide the gulf will grow;
The lips of loving will be dumb,
The trust you used to know
Will in another's heart repose,
Another voice will cheer ...
And you will fondle baby clothes
And brush away a tear.

But though you are estranged almost,
And often lost to view 
How you will see a little ghost
Who ran to cling to you!
Yet maybe children's children will
Caress you with a smile ...
Grandmother love will bless you still, -
Well just a little while.

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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