Poems (Mansfield)/Firelight
FIRELIGHT
Playing in the fire and twilight together,
My little son and I,
Suddenly—woefully—I stoop to catch him.
"Try, mother, try!"
My little son and I,
Suddenly—woefully—I stoop to catch him.
"Try, mother, try!"
Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent finger:
"Hush! cease your play!"
What happened? What in that tiny moment
Flew away? 1919.
"Hush! cease your play!"
What happened? What in that tiny moment
Flew away? 1919.