Our Own
M.E.Sangster?
IF I had known in
the morning,
How wearily all the day
The words unkind, would trouble my mind,
I said when you went away,
I’d have been more careful, darling,
Not given you needless pain;
But we trouble “our own”
With look and tone
We might never take back again.
For though in the quiet evening
You may give me the kiss of peace,
Yet well it might be
That never for me
The pain of the heart should cease.
How many go forth in the morning.
Who never come home at night.
And hearts have broken.
For harsh words spoken,
That sorrow can never set right.
We have careful thought for the stranger,
And smiles for the sometime guest,
But often for “our own” The bitter tone,
Though we love our own the best.
Ah! lip with curve impatient;
Ah! brow with that look of scorn,
Twere a cruel fate, were the night too late
To undo the work of the morn.
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Where this poem came from in my life.
My grandmother died when I was 19yo and at her funeral they passed out
this poem.
I have kept it close to my heart ever since and I'm 77 now..
I try to never leave
someone angry or hurt no matter how hurt I may be.
I don’t want to feel the
pain expressed in this poem.
Of course, I am not perfect and do the best I can.
However, now I am at that age where my grandchildren are not very kind to me.
I
would like to have this poem at my service and pass
my grandmother’s legacy on
to them and others.
Sadly, the lesson is often learned too late.
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