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In growing up I never had a kind, caring, wonderful mother to care about me. In fact, it was the opposite. But I knew what one would look like and act like by reading and observing other people and later being such a mother to my son. It wasn’t something I had to work on. It came from the heart, the desire to want the best for who I loved and to take action to make sure it happened.
In all truthfulness, even though I didn’t have it as a child, I still at times feel a need for it and want a place of safety, kindness, and understanding to go to when I’m hurting and struggling. I don’t think I’m the only one that feels that way. That need appears most when I feel crushed by life and I’ve had more than I can take. The weariness is so prevalent, that I want to lay my burdens down, if only for a little while. The following poem describes it perfectly. It’s called, ” Rock Me To Sleep.”
Yu/stan/kema
ROCK ME TO SLEEP.
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for to-night!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep,
Rock me to sleep, mother-rock me to sleep!
Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears.
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,
Take them and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay,
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away,
Weary of sowing for others to reap.
Rock me to sleep, mother-rock me to sleep!
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between;
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I to-night for your presence again;
Come from the silence so long and so deep.
Rock me to sleep, mother. Rock me to sleep!
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Elizabeth Akers Allen