I wonder if he'll stop to think,
When the long years have traveled by,
Who heard his plea: 'I want a drink!'
Who was the first to hear him cry?
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This poem talks about the relationship between a mother and her child. Nicely portrayed here!
Perhaps some day a little chap As like him as he's now like me, Shall climb into his mother's lap, For comfort and for sympathy, Praising the mother and hailing motherhood as the lap of love. tony