The Mother of Boys - Miriam Sieber Lind
Praise to the High One for giving me joys
Peculiarly sweet, I'm the mother of boys!
Mud puddles, torn blue jeans, toads, whistles and worms.
The furred and feathered and whatever squirms.
Black knuckles, bats, arrows and thundering noise.
They're all in a day for the mothers of boys.
But, ah, 'tis a dear joy to turn the blue eyes
To the manifold wonder of earth, sea and skies.
And, ah, 'tis a dear joy to watch a small hand seize
The hand of God in the knowledge of these.
Spare me, oh High One, to praise Thee more when
This mother of boys is the mother of men.
3 comments:
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This is a late comment, but maybe you will see it. I enjoyed the poem "The Mother of Boys" that you included, and in fact am well acquainted with the poet, as she was my mother: Miriam Sieber Lind. My mother had 6 sons and one daughter, which provided her with much writing material! The poem was written back in the 1950s. She died about 4 years ago. Thought you might be interested....
Matthew,
Thank you for letting me know more about the author of this poem. I mistakenly thought that it was anonymous. It is a beautiful tribute to boys and boyhood and is one of my favorites. Your mother sounds like she knew an awful lot about bringing up boys.
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