Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff MotherTheresa HelburnI have praised many loved ones in my song, And yet I stand Before her shrine, to whom all things belong, With empty hand.Perhaps the ripening future holds a time For things unsaid; Not now; men do not celebrate in rhyme Their daily bread. Florence Earle Coates: Song. "For me the jasmine buds unfold" The Little Book of Modern Verse Anna Hempstead Branch: Songs for my Mother .com/t/poetry/modern-verse/mother.html Sources Our Common Sources
