Robert Crawford

(1868 - 13 January 1930 / Australia)

A Father's Fear. - Poem by Robert Crawford

The little feet that run to me,
The little hands that strive
To touch me at the heart, and find
The heart in me alive:
Oh God! if hands and feet should fail,
If Death his mist should fling
Between my heart and the touch of
The little living thing!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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