Poem of the day ....... A poem about childhood and the challenges of parenthood - but also about our vulnerability and falibility as human beings. I find this poem unbelievably moving and heartbreaking....... THE TOYS BY COVENTRY PATMORE My little Son, who lookd from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobeyd, I struck him, and dismissd With hard words and unkissd, His Mother, who was patient, being dead. Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep, I visited his bed, But found him slumbering deep, With darkend eyelids, and their lashes yet From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head, He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a red-veind stone, A piece of glass abraded by the beach And six or seven shells, A bottle with bluebells And two French copper coins, ranged there with careful art, To comfort his sad heart. So when that night I prayd To God, I wept, and said: Ah, when at last we lie with tranced breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys, How weakly understood Thy great commanded good, Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, Thoult leave Thy wrath, and say, I will be sorry for their childishness.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 07:16:53 +0000
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