Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

Mother's Loss - Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

If I could clasp my little babe
Upon my breast to-night,
I would not mind the blowing wind
That shrieketh in affright.
Oh, my lost babe! my little babe,
My babe with dreamful eyes;
Thy bed is cold; and night wind bold
Shrieks woeful lullabies.

My breast is softer than the sod;
This room, with lighter hearth,
Is better place for thy sweet face
Than frozen mother eatrth.
Oh, my babe! oh, my lost babe!
Oh, babe with waxen hands,
I want thee so, I need thee so -
Come from thy mystic lands!

No love that, like a mother's fills
Each corner of the heart;
No loss like hers, that rends, and chills,
And tears the soul apart.
Oh, babe - my babe, my helpless babe!
I miss thy little form.
Would I might creep where thou dost sleep,
And clasp thee through the storm.

I hold thy pillow to my breast,
To bring a vague relief;
I sing the songs that soothed thy rest -
Ah me! no cheating grief.
My breathing babe! my sobbing babe!
I miss thy plaintive moan,
I cannot hear - thou art not near -
My little one, my own.

Thy father sleeps. He mourns thy loss,
But little fathers know
The pain that makes a mother toss
Through sleepless nights of woe.
My clinging babe! my nursing babe!
What knows thy father - man -
How my breasts miss thy lips' soft kiss -
None but a mother can.

Worn out, I sleep; I wake - I weep -
I sleep - hush, hush, my dear;
Sweet lamb, fear not - Oh, God! I thought -
I thought my babe was here.

Topic(s) of this poem: mother

Comments about Mother's Loss by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • Melissa Patty (7/26/2016 4:42:00 PM)

    Absolutely captivating! Beautiful (Report) Reply

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  • (5/14/2016 11:08:00 PM)

    Lamenting of a mother on loss of her baby has been narrated in a superb manner. Though dipped in pain the poem is captivating. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

  • Micheal Olaniyi (5/14/2016 2:50:00 PM)

    yo!!! I feel like dying for this poem. I love this ssssso much (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/14/2016 2:12:00 PM)

    Upon my breast to-night! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2016 8:07:00 AM)

    Touching every heart poem. Worn out, I sleep; I wake - I weep -
    I sleep - hush, hush, my dear; Pitiful mother!
    (Report) Reply

  • Sranisha Francis (5/14/2016 8:02:00 AM)

    Wounderfull, beautifully nareted

    The pain that makes a mother toss
    Through sleepless nights of woe.
    (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2016 6:59:00 AM)

    My poor heart. So sad. No person could mourn like how a mother mourns over a lost child. Beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Alem Hailu G/kristos (5/14/2016 5:53:00 AM)

    What a tearjerker poem crafted by a master poet! (Report) Reply

  • (8/11/2015 3:20:00 AM)

    Wonderful read.So sad is the loss of a babe. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 19, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 18, 2014

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