Question

Comparison between anywomen and rock me to sleep

Answer 1

Missing Mom's love as adult women is described in the poem Rock me to sleep.

Poem:

Rock Me to Sleep by Elizabeth Akers Allen (1832-1911)

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,  

Make me a child again just for tonight!  

Mother, come back from the echoless shore,  

Take me again to your heart as of yore;  

Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,  

Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;  

Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—      

Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!  

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!  

I am so weary of toil and of tears,—  

Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—    

Take them, and give me my childhood again!  

I have grown weary of dust and decay,—    

Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;  

Weary of sowing for others to reap;—    

Rock me to sleep, mother – rock me to sleep!  

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,  

Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!  

Many a summer the grass has grown green,  

Blossomed and faded, our faces between:  

Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,  

Long I tonight for your presence again.  

Come from the silence so long and so deep;—    

Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!  

Over my heart, in the days that are flown,  

No love like mother-love ever has shone;  

No other worship abides and endures,—        

Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:  

None like a mother can charm away pain  

From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.  

Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;—      

Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!  

Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,  

Fall on your shoulders again as of old;  

Let it drop over my forehead tonight,  

Shading my faint eyes away from the light;  

For with its sunny-edged shadows once more  

Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;  

Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—    

Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!  

Mother, dear mother, the years have been long  

Since I last listened your lullaby song:  

Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem  

Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.  

Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,  

With your light lashes just sweeping my face,  

Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—  

Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

Answer 2

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