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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
YO' MAW LUBS YO' ALL, by FLORENCE GRISWOLD CONNOR First Line: Dere's allus joy when de chillen's home Last Line: An' lef' dere maw behin'. | |||
DERE's allus joy when de chillen's home; Oh Lawdy, when a' tinks! — De teahs somehow dey allus come An' blinds me when a' winks. Dere's Gen'l Grant — he's like he's paw, (Go 'way, yo teahs, go 'way!) An' Ann Jenette, she's like heh maw — An' Sam's like boff, dey say. An' Abem Linkum, he's de boy Whah makes ma old heaht ache; He do so many cu'us tings — Dey keep his maw awake. But den dey is ma chillens — An' so de teahs mus' fall, Do' some is good, an' some — ah sho' Yo' maw she lubs yo' all. A' hev to count ma fing-ers To 'member ebry one; An' den dere's not a nuff ob dem — To count de ones dat's gone. Dere's little Pete, he'll nebbah come; (Go 'way, yo teahs, go 'way!) Fo' he hab got a bettah home, An' wid white chillens play. He'll nebbah know he's black up dere; (Go 'way, yo teahs, go 'way!) Whah fo' yo' come?) 't is bettah where De night am allus day. Dere's Queen, an' she a' mos' forgot; Go 'way, yo teahs, yo' make Me done forgot de berry one — Dat bes' de possum bake! Yo' maw she's old, she sholy is! (Go 'way, yo' teahs, go 'way!) Dey choke heh so, dey make heh miss — Heh chillens bad to-day. Dere's Mandy, Jim, an' Cyrus, too An' Annie Belle — she's gone; And Sairy Jane — she's married so Has lots ob dem — heh own. An' some so young, dere paw he say Too small fo' any name. Den how's de Lord to know dey's mine An' call 'em jes' de same? Somehow a' tinks ob little Pete De mos' ob ebry day; He was the leastest ob dem all (Go 'way, yo' teahs, go 'way!) But dere'll be joy when dey comes home — De few dis wo'ld can fin'; Fo' mos' has gone to jine dere paw — An' lef' dere maw behin'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER by JONATHAN SWIFT MOON AND VENUS by ABUL MUGHIRA THEN AND NOW by JEAN JACQUES ANTOINE AMPERE LOUISA; A TALE by JANE BOWDLER |
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