The Sad Mother

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.

Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.

May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.

by Gabriela Mistral

Comments (5)

The concern and care of a mother for the welfare and happiness of her child has been described in a wonderful manner in this great poem penned in a superb style by the great poetess. Thanks for sharing it here.
The poem describes how deeply a mother is concerned with the welfare of her child. Nice work. Sleep, sleep, my beloved, without worry, without fear, although I do not rest.
Although i do not rest! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
...May my flesh slumber in you, my worry, my trembling. In you, may my eyes close and my heart sleep... wonderful poem.
always i love your style.