Lucy Maud Montgomery

(30 November 1874 – 24 Nisan 1942 / New London)

The Mother - Poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping
Warm in my arms,
And I con to my heart all your dew-fresh charms,
As you lie close, close in my hungry hold...
Your hair like a miser's dream of gold,
And the white rose of your face far fairer,
Finer, and rarer
Than all the flowers in the young year's keeping;
Over lips half parted your low breath creeping
Is sweeter than violets in April grasses;
Though your eyes are fast shut I can see their blue,
Splendid and soft as starshine in heaven,
With all the joyance and wisdom given
From the many souls who have stanchly striven
Through the dead years to be strong and true.

Those fine little feet in my worn hands holden...
Where will they tread?
Valleys of shadow or heights dawn-red?
And those silken fingers, O, wee, white son,
What valorous deeds shall by them be done
In the future that yet so distant is seeming
To my fond dreaming?
What words all so musical and golden
With starry truth and poesy olden

Shall those lips speak in the years on-coming?
O, child of mine, with waxen brow,
Surely your words of that dim to-morrow
Rapture and power and grace must borrow
From the poignant love and holy sorrow
Of the heart that shrines and cradles you now!

Some bitter day you will love another,
To her will bear
Love-gifts and woo her... then must I share
You and your tenderness! Now you are mine
From your feet to your hair so golden and fine,
And your crumpled finger-tips... mine completely,
Wholly and sweetly;
Mine with kisses deep to smother,
No one so near to you now as your mother!
Others may hear your words of beauty,
But your precious silence is mine alone;
Here in my arms I have enrolled you,
Away from the grasping world I fold you,
Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone!

Topic(s) of this poem: mother

Comments about The Mother by Lucy Maud Montgomery

  • (5/7/2016 11:32:00 PM)

    Wonderful presentation of a mother's sentiments and feelings towards her child made in this poem reiterate the greatness of motherhood in a lovely manner. Thanks for sharing it here.10+ points. (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/7/2016 2:18:00 PM)

    Warm in the arms of love! The care of a mother. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (5/7/2016 4:15:00 AM)

    Wow- - so wonderful write ! ! It expresses so beautifully a mother's feeling for her son.Mother weaves her dreams around her son. Her love so deep-

    -But your precious silence is mine alone
    Here in my arms I have enrolled you
    Away from the grasping world I fold you
    'Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone!
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  • Kim Barney (5/7/2016 12:22:00 AM)

    L.M. Montgomery is the author of the Anne of Green Gables series and one of my favorite books (The Golden Road) when I was a kid. However, her poetry lacks something for me. I do like the last few lines of this poem, though:
    Others may hear your words of beauty,
    But your precious silence is mine alone;
    Here in my arms I have enrolled you,
    Away from the grasping world I fold you,
    Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone!
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 17, 2014

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