i'm sorry.
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"I'm Sorry."
Throughout a long and tiring day, my son,
A loveable, but most mischievous one,
With disobedience and noisy play
Vexed me, until, my patience giving way,
I marched the young offender off to bed,
Waiting beside him till his prayer was said,
Then, turning a deaf ear unto his plea,
"O, mother, mother darling, do kiss me."
I left him, and resumed some work begun,
And for a space forgot my naughty son.
A loveable, but most mischievous one,
With disobedience and noisy play
Vexed me, until, my patience giving way,
I marched the young offender off to bed,
Waiting beside him till his prayer was said,
Then, turning a deaf ear unto his plea,
"O, mother, mother darling, do kiss me."
I left him, and resumed some work begun,
And for a space forgot my naughty son.
But in the restful peace of eventide—
My anger and impatience having died—
Remembering his plea, I sought his room,
Tiptoeing softly through the silent gloom,
Fearing to wake, yet loth for him to miss,
Even in slumberland his good-night kiss.
But, as I bent above my laddie's face,
Lo! I was 'prisoned in the child's embrace;
And, as I smoothed the damp hair on his brow,
He sobbed repentantly, "I'm sorry, now."
My anger and impatience having died—
Remembering his plea, I sought his room,
Tiptoeing softly through the silent gloom,
Fearing to wake, yet loth for him to miss,
Even in slumberland his good-night kiss.
But, as I bent above my laddie's face,
Lo! I was 'prisoned in the child's embrace;
And, as I smoothed the damp hair on his brow,
He sobbed repentantly, "I'm sorry, now."
He had not slept—how could he when unblest?
I drew the tear-wet face close to my breast
And kissed him fondly, then away I crept,
For with that seal of peace the laddie slept.
I drew the tear-wet face close to my breast
And kissed him fondly, then away I crept,
For with that seal of peace the laddie slept.
