Emily Dickinson 

My poem was in response to Emily Dickinson who wrote 

‘”Nature — the Gentlest Mother is” — by Emily Dickinson

[poem #790]
“Nature — the Gentlest Mother is,

 Impatient of no Child —

The feeblest — or the waywardest —

Her Admonition mild —
In Forest — and the Hill —

By Traveller — be heard —

Restraining Rampant Squirrel —

Or too impetuous Bird —
How fair Her Conversation —

A Summer Afternoon —

Her Household — Her Assembly —

And when the Sun go down —
Her Voice among the Aisles

 Incite the timid prayer

 Of the minutest Cricket —

The most unworthy Flower —
When all the Children sleep —

She turns as long away

 As will suffice to light Her lamps —

Then bending from the Sky —
With infinite Affection —

And infiniter Care —

Her Golden finger on Her lip —

Wills Silence — Everywhere —


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