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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
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The Mother

Published by Susan on 07/30/2003 (2845 reads)
Your children grow from you apart...

Your children grow from you apart,
       Afar and still afar;
And yet it should rejoice your heart
       To see how glad they are;
In school and sport, in work and play,
       And last, in wedded bliss
How others claim with joy to-day
       The lips you used to kiss.

Your children distant will become,
       And wide the gulf will grow;
The lips of loving will be dumb,
       The trust you used to know
Will in another's heart repose,
       Another's voice will cheer . . .
And you will fondle baby clothes
       And brush away a tear.

But though you are estranged almost,
       And often lost to view,
How you will see a little ghost
       Who ran to cling to you!
Yet maybe children's children will
       Caress you with a smile . . .
Grandmother love will bless you still,--
       Well, just a little while.


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