Anne Barbara Ridler

(30 July 1912 – 15 October 2001 / Rugby, England)

For A Child Expected - Poem by Anne Barbara Ridler

Lovers whose lifted hands are candles in winter,
Whose gentle ways like streams in the easy summer,
Lying together
For secret setting of a child, love what they do,
Thinking they make that candle immortal, those streams
forever flow,
And yet do better than they know.

So the first flutter of a baby felt in the womb,
Its little signal and promise of riches to come,
Is taken in its father's name;
Its life is the body of his love, like his caress,
First delicate and strange, that daily use
Makes dearer and priceless.

Our baby was to be the living sign of our joy,
Restore to each the other's lost infancy;
To a painter's pillaging eye
Poet's coiled hearing, add the heart we might earn
By the help of love; all that our passion would yield
We put to planning our child.

The world flowed in; whatever we liked we took:
For its hair, the gold curls of the November oak
We saw on our walk;
Snowberries that make a Milky Way in the wood
For its tender hands; calm screen of the frozen flood
For our care of its childhood.

But the birth of a child is an uncontrollable glory;
Cat's cradle of hopes will hold no living baby,
Long though it lay quietly.
And when our baby stirs and struggles to be born
It compels humility: what we began
Is now its own.

For as the sun that shines through glass
So Jesus in His Mother was.
Therefore every human creature,
Since it shares in His nature,
In candle gold passion or white
Sharp star should show its own way of light.
May no parental dread or dream
Darken our darling's early beam:
May she grow to her right powers
Unperturbed by passion of ours.


Comments about For A Child Expected by Anne Barbara Ridler

  • Silver Star - 3,367 Points K.c. Ford (4/22/2015 11:21:00 AM)

    This poem should satisfy dim wits who have no understanding of discernment. They continually pop up on this site to honour us with their glowing, learned opinions........This poem is drawn out drivel! (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,043 Points Luis Estable (4/21/2015 5:42:00 AM)

    There is a kind of seriouness here that seems as if the poet was not comtemplating any laugh when she wrote this.

    I marvel at the good language utilized here and at the rhyme scheme.

    The poem is of the right length for what it has to say. Sometimes a poet needs space to convey what he or she wants to convey.

    I enjoyed going through this one and have given it a word or two.

    Luis Estable (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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