1. The Mother
... up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye. I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children. I have contracted. I have eased My dim dears at ... planned or cried. Believe me, I loved you all. Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you All. Analysis of The Mother By Gwendolyn Brooks "The Mother". I found this poem to be intriguing because the speaker begins by saying "Abortions will not let you forget", and then go on ...
- Word Count: 524
- Approx Pages: 2
- Grade Level: High School