Come back to me, little dancing feet that roam the wide world o'er,
I long for the lilt of your flying steps in my silent rooms once more;
Come back to me, little voices gay with laughter and with song,
Come back, little hearts beating high with hopes, I have missed and mourned you long.
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Longing of an old mother for her children who had flown away has been wonderfully portrayed in this poem along with the curse of loneliness imposed on her. Thanks for sharing it here.