The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept The gale in the teeth of the tide.
But the mother laughed at all. "I have lost my man in the sea, And the child is dead." Be still, she said, "What more can ye do to me?"
...Rudyard Kipling
The dead child lay in the shroud,
And the widow watched beside;
And her mother slept, and the Channel swept
The gale in the teeth of the tide.
But the mother laughed at all.
"I have lost my man in the sea,
And the child is dead." Be still, she said,
"What more can ye do to me?"
...Rudyard Kipling
That poem gives me chills. I've buried a child and I know part of that feel. Kipling is amazing.
That poem gives me chills. I've buried a child and I know part of that feel. Kipling is amazing.
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