Baby's Age Poem by Henry Timrod
Baby's Age
She came with April blooms and showers;
We count her little life by flowers.
As buds the rose upon her cheek,
We choose a flower for every week.
A week of hyacinths, we say,
And one of heart's-ease, ushered May;
And then because two wishes met
Upon the rose and violet --
I liked the Beauty, Kate, the Nun --
The violet and the rose count one.
A week the apple marked with white;
A week the lily scored in light;
Red poppies closed May's happy moon,
And tulips this blue week in June.
Here end as yet the flowery links;
To-day begins the week of pinks;
But soon -- so grave, and deep, and wise
The meaning grows in Baby's eyes,
So VERY deep for Baby's age --
We think to date a week with sage!
A lovely poem envisioned beautifully and penned with utmost tenderness. It is a great pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing here.
Red poppies closed May's happy moon, And tulips this blue week in June. Here end as yet the flowery links; To-day begins the week of pinks; /// superb poetic expression
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful work of art written with conviction.
Loved the poem. Specially since just yesterday I became a grand mother of a baby boy.
The heart sentiments of a new parent that are wonderfully linked to flowers- beautiful God-given flowers we're blessed with each year. Gorgeous poem.
A sweet poem like a lullaby all about flowers and colours that are very soothing to all the senses.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I love this poem and all Timrods work.