Hermann Hagedorn

(1882-1964 / United States)

The Mother In The House - Poem by Hermann Hagedorn

For such as you, I do believe,
Spirits their softest carpets weave.
And spread them out with gracious hand
Wherever you walk, wherever you stand.

For such as you, of scent and dew
Spirits their rarest nectar brew,
And where you sit and where you sup
Pour beauty's elixir in your cup.

For all day long, like other folk.
You bear the burden, wear the yoke,
And yet when I look in your eyes at eve
You are lovelier than ever, I do believe.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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