Last night I heard your voice, mother, <br /> The words you sang to me <br />When I, a little barefoot boy, <br /> Knelt down against your knee. <br /> <br />And tears gushed from my heart, mother, <br /> And passed beyond its wall, <br />But though the fountain reached my throat <br /> The drops refused to fall. <br /> <br />'Tis ten years since you died, mother, <br /> Just ten dark years of pain, <br />And oh, I only wish that I <br /> Could weep just once again.<br /><br />Claude McKay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/december-1919-2/
