Poem: “The Harder Part” by Edgar A. Guest

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The Harder Part

It’s mighty hard for Mother— I am busy through the day
And the tasks of every morning keep the gloomy thoughts away,
And I’m not forever meeting with a slipper or a gown
To remind me of our sorrow when I’m toiling in the town.
But with Mother it is different—there’s no minute she is free
From the sight of things which tell her of the joy which used to be.

She is brave and she is faithful, and we say we’re reconciled,
But your hearts are always heavy once you’ve lost a little child;
And a man can face his sorrow in a manly sort of way,
For his grief must quickly leave him when he’s busy through the day;
But the mother’s lot is harder—she must learn to sing and smile
Though she’s living in the presence of her sorrow all the while.

Through the room where love once waited she must tip-toe day by day,
She must see through every window where the baby used to play,
And there’s not a thing she touches, nor a task she finds to do,
But it sets her heart to aching and begins the hurt anew.
Oh, a man can turn from sorrow, for his mind is occupied,
But the mother’s lot is harder—grief is always at her side.

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American Literature – American Poetry – Edgar A. Guest – Poems by Edgar A. Guest

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