No matter how old we get, there are times that we still "miss momma"...
This is my very favorite poem. I only wish I had written it. I am glad someone did.
  Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night. Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;- Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
Backward, flow backward, oh, tide of the years I am so weary of toil and of tears-
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain- Take them, and give me my childhood again! I have grown weary of dust and decay-
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away,
Weary of sowing for others to reap;-
Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, O Mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain, Long I to-night for your presence again. Come from the silence so long and so deep;- Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
Over my heart, in the days that are flown, No love like mother-love ever has shone; No other worship abides and endures-
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours: None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain. Slumber's soft calms oer my heavy lids creep;- Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold, Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead to-night,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light; For with its sunny-edged shadows once more Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore; Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep:- Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
Mother, dear Mother, the years have been long Since I last listened, your lullaby song: Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem Womanhood's years have been only a dream. Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace, With your light lashes just sweeping my face, Never hereafter to wake or to weep;
Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN
I hope this is the author. The one I had said Author unknown. I actually found it on the net. I just couldn't remember how the stanzas went together. I was only 13 then and the brain had the cart before the horse in the way I wrote it down. I had it all mixed up. Isn't it beautiful. It is very old so who knows; someone may have put their name on it. Love, Carol HOME
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