Young Mother

Her baby was so full of glee,
And through the day
It laughed and babbled on her knee
In happy play.
It pulled her hair all out of curl
With noisy joy;
So peppy she was glad her girl
Was not a boy.

Then as she longed for it to sleep,
To her surprise
It just relaxed within her keep
With closing eyes.
And as it lay upon her breast
So still its breath,
So exquisite its utter rest
It looked like death.

It seemed like it had slipped away
To shadow land;
With tiny face like tinted clay
And waxen hand.
No ghost of sigh, no living look . . .
Then with an ache
Of panic fear and love she shook
Her babe awake.

by Robert William Service

Comments (6)

Awesome flight of imagery that has portrayed wonderfully the feelings of joy as also panic created by the actions of a small baby in young mother.
I only can say: Wonderful words. Tilly Boesche-Zacharow
With the muse of the young father around her. Nice work.
It shows the care and fear of a young mother who is not yet familiar with the tricks of the motherhood. Lovely poem. Thanks, Robert.
So realistically and powerfully told! I love Robert Service's works. I have read so many of them, but this one I seem to have missed.
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