[Editor: This poem by Louisa Lawson was published in “The Lonely Crossing” and Other Poems (1905).]
A Mother’s Answer.
You ask me, dear child, why thus sadly I weep
For baby the angels have taken to keep;
Altho’ she is safe, and for ever at rest,
A yearning to see her will rise in my breast.
I pray and endeavour to quell it in vain,
But stronger it comes and yet stronger again,
Till all the bright thoughts of her happier lot
Are lost in this one — my baby is not.
And while I thus yearn so intensely to see
This child that the angels are keeping for me,
I doubt for the time where her spirit has flown —
If the love e’en of angels can fully atone
For the loss of a mother’s, mysterious and deep.
I own that thought sinful, yet owning it — weep.
Source:
Louisa Lawson, “The Lonely Crossing” and Other Poems, Sydney: Dawn Office, [1905], p. 86
Editor’s notes:
This poem is apparently about the death of a baby.
See a related poem by Louisa Lawson: A Child’s Question.
altho’ = (vernacular) although
e’en = (archaic) a contraction of “even”
own = confess; admit or affirm that something is true
Paula says
What a beautiful poem, to which I can relate. I have no children but did lose a little one through early miscarriage.
I found I couldn’t sleep tonight, tossing and turning, so got up and have just read this.
It made me cry, and helped me realise that not being able to have children is what causes my grief which often comes out as anger, and torments me constantly. I cry most days for the babies that could have been.
Louisa describes my own feelings so well in this poem.