Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 188

CLXXXVIII A MOTHER TO A BABY
Where were you, Baby?
Where were you, dear?
Even I have known you
Only a year.

You were born, Baby,
When I was born.
Twelve months ago you
Left me forlorn.

Why did you leave me,
Heart of my heart?
Then I was all of you,
Now you are part.

You lived while I lived,
We two were one.
We two are two now
While the days run.

Every maid born, love,
Womanly, mild,
Is in herself, love,
Mother and child.