Mother And Baby - Poem by James Mills
Gather them up -
these babies in their Mother’s arms,
make them glad to be alive
these babies in their Mother’s arms
for they have much to give,
these Mothers to the children.
these babies in their Mother’s arms.
I will bestow a kiss on each forehead –
a kiss that burns for all time.
All the babes were gathered up,
in their turn were kissed – or nearly all.
They asked, those Mother’s whose baby missed the kiss,
Why have you not kissed my child?
Are they not special, too?
They have much to give
these Mothers to their children.
All the Mothers grew old not knowing.
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