Poems: family
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.
Cast sweets into its cup whene'er you can. [read rest of the poem] |
| Helen Steiner Rice |
A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion... [read rest of the poem] |
| Mary Oliver |
The dark things of the wood
Are coming from their caves,
Flexing muscle.
... [read rest of the poem] |
| Ogden Nash |
One would be in less danger
From the wiles of a stranger
If one's own kin and kith [read rest of the poem] |
| Rudyard Kipling |
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose l... [read rest of the poem] |
| Tony Harrison |
Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
... [read rest of the poem] |