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Famous Short My Child Poems. Short My Child Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short My Child Poems. Short My Child Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best My Child short poems

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by George William Russell

A New Being

 I KNOW myself no more, my child,
 Since thou art come to me,
Pity so tender and so wild
 Hath wrapped my thoughts of thee.


These thoughts, a fiery gentle rain,
 Are from the Mother shed,
Where many a broken heart hath lain
 And many a weeping head.


by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Philosophy

 At morn the wise man walked abroad, 
Proud with the learning of great fools.
He laughed and said, ‘There is no God –
‘Tis force creates, ‘tis reason rules.’

Meek with the wisdom of great faith, 
At night he knelt while angels smiled, 
And wept and cried with anguished breath, 
‘Jehovah, God, save Thou my child.’


by Ellis Parker Butler

The Poor Boy’s Christmas

 Observe, my child, this pretty scene,
And note the air of pleasure keen
With which the widow’s orphan boy
Toots his tin horn, his only toy.
What need of costly gifts has he?
The widow has nowhere to flee.
And ample noise his horn emits
To drive the widow into fits.

MORAL:

The philosophic mind can see
The uses of adversity.


by Hilaire Belloc

Talking (and Singing) of the Nordic Man

 I

Behold, my child, the Nordic man,
And be as like him, as you can;
His legs are long, his mind is slow,
His hair is lank and made of tow.


II

And here we have the Alpine Race:
Oh! What a broad and foolish face!
His skin is of a dirty yellow.
He is a most unpleasant fellow.


III

The most degraded of them all
Mediterranean we call.
His hair is crisp, and even curls,
And he is saucy with the girls.


by Rabindranath Tagore

The Judge

 Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.
I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my
little child.
How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh
his merits against his faults?
When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my
being.
When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him.
I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may
chastise who loves.