The Mother Who Died Too Poem by Edith Matilda Thomas

The Mother Who Died Too

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She was so little—little in her grave,
The wide earth all around so hard and cold—
She was so little! therefore did I crave
My arms might still her tender form enfold.
She was so little, and her cry so weak
When she among the heavenly children came—
She was so little—I alone might speak
For her who knew no word nor her own name.

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Ruta Mohapatra 02 October 2018

A sad touching poem! One can feel the pain of the mother!

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Edith Matilda Thomas

Edith Matilda Thomas

Chatham Center / Ohio
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