Robert Crawford (1868 - 13 January 1930 / Australia)
A Mother's Loss.
When I did name her little lost one, she
Brushed from her eyes the precious drops of love,
As if her memory with his sweet name shaken
Trembled, and shed its dew.
Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010
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