Edith Matilda Thomas

(12 August 1854 – 13 September 1925 / Chatham Center / Ohio)

The Mother Who Died Too - Poem by Edith Matilda Thomas

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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 20, 2012

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