When mother sleeps, a slamming door <br /> Disturbs her not at all; <br />A man might walk across the floor <br /> Or wander through the hall <br />A pistol shot outside would not <br /> Drive slumber from her eyes— <br />But she is always on the spot <br /> The moment baby cries. <br /> <br />The thunder crash she would not hear, <br /> Nor shouting in the street; <br />A barking dog, however near, <br /> Of sleep can never cheat <br />Dear mother, but I've noticed this <br /> To my profound surprise: <br />That always wide-awake she is <br /> The moment baby cries. <br /> <br />However weary she may be, <br /> Though wrapped in slumber deep, <br />Somehow it always seems to me <br /> Her vigil she will keep. <br />Sound sleeper that she is, I take <br /> It in her heart there lies <br />A love that causes her to wake <br /> The moment baby cries.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-mother-sleeps/
