Norah M. Holland

(1876-1925 / Ontario)

Cradle Song - Poem by Norah M. Holland

Little brown feet, that have grown so weary
Plodding on through the heat of day,
Mother will hold you, mother will fold you
Safe to her breast; little feet, rest;
Now is the time to cease from play.

Little brown hands, that through day's long hours
Never rested, be still at last;
Mother will rest you; come, then, and nest you
Here by her side, nestle and hide;
Creep to her heart and hold it fast.

Little brown head, on my shoulder lying,
Night is falling and day is dead;
Mother will sing you songs that shall bring you
Childhood's soft sleep, quiet and deep;
Sweet be your dreams, O dear brown head!

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  • Silver Star - 3,286 Points Walterrean Salley (9/19/2014 8:08:00 PM)

    Lovely and so comforting. Would soothe any soul. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2012


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