To Another Woman's Baby

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Title:     To Another Woman's Baby
Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox [More Titles by Wilcox]

I list your prattle, baby boy,
And hear your pattering feet
With feelings more of pain than joy
And thoughts of bitter-sweet.

While touching your soft hands in play
Such passionate longings rise
For my wee boy who strayed away
So soon to Paradise.

You win me with your infant art;
But when our play is o'er,
The empty cradle in my heart
Seems lonelier than before.

Sweet baby boy, you do not guess
How oft mine eyes are dim,
Or that my lingering caress
Is sometimes meant for HIM.

[The end]
Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem: To Another Woman's Baby

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