Dr. MacabrE
10-27-2002, 09:27 PM
<center>They say, when my mother first bore me
She taught me how to rest
My lips against her breast;
Wakeful at night, and leaning o’re me
Cradeled in slumber deep,
She taught me how to sleep.
She kissed my mouth to happy laughter,
And in that magic hour
She taught my rose to flower.
One letters and two letters after,
She taught me week by week
Until my tongue could speak.
She took my hands in hers, and leading
Me on, with loving talk
She taught me how to walk.
While I have life, be this my pleading:
Since she my being bore,
I’ll love her evermore.
She taught me how to rest
My lips against her breast;
Wakeful at night, and leaning o’re me
Cradeled in slumber deep,
She taught me how to sleep.
She kissed my mouth to happy laughter,
And in that magic hour
She taught my rose to flower.
One letters and two letters after,
She taught me week by week
Until my tongue could speak.
She took my hands in hers, and leading
Me on, with loving talk
She taught me how to walk.
While I have life, be this my pleading:
Since she my being bore,
I’ll love her evermore.