Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Kiss Me Papa - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
' Kiss me, papa' but the father,
Troubled racked -with worldly care,
Hurried out alone impatient-
Left his blue-eyed baby there.
' Kiss me, papa' he could hear it
Hear the baby voice so sweet ;
' Kiss me, papa,' still he heard it
Ringing down the busy street.
All day long, amid the frenzy
Of the mighty city's roar,
He could hear his baby pleading-
Pleading till his heart grew sore.
All day long the smile of fortune
Filled his worldly soul with joy ;
Then at night, with pulses bounding,
Home he sped to meet his boy.
Home he came. The mother voiceless-
Led him to the well-known bed :
There, mid roses, crushed and fragrant,
Lay his baby, cold and dead !
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