Christina Georgina Rossetti Mother Poems

To-day's your natal day,
Sweet flowers I bring;
Mother, accept, I pray,
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Crimson curtains round my mother's bed,
Silken soft as may be;
Cool white curtains round about my bed,
For I am but a baby.
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Motherless baby and babyless mother,
Bring them together to love one another.
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Oh what is that country
And where can it be,
Not mine own country,
But dearer far to me?
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Mother shake the cherry-tree,
Susan catch a cherry;
Oh how funny that will be,
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My baby has a father and a mother,
Rich little baby!
Fatherless, motherless, I know another
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