To Mother by Louisa May Alcott
I started reading a book of LMA’s poetry last night. There were a few selections of her “earliest efforts” and they are definitely childish, but I really liked this one.
To Mother
By Louisa May Alcott
I hope that soon, dear mother,
You and I may be
In the quiet room my fancy
Has so often made for thee,—
The pleasant, sunny chamber,
The cushioned easy-chair,
The book laid for your reading,
The vase of flowers fair;
The desk beside the window
Where the sun shines warm and bright:
And there in ease and quiet
The promised book you write;
While I sit close beside you,
Content at last to see
That you can rest, dear mother,
And I can cherish thee.
