Mother And Daughter - A poem by Seldon Lincoln Whitcomb

Mother And Daughter.

My daughter studies so far beyond
Where my old-fashioned wits may follow^___
Glacial furrows across the crest,
Lichens in the hollow.

Dante, Schiller, Calderon,
Plato, Horace, Sophocles;
Experiments that search the soul
Of moths and bumblebees!

White ball flying over the net,
Guided by supple arm and eyes;
Feet that move like the feet of a fox
And master every surprise.

Listen! The baton rises, falls^____
Her fingers flash on strings and bow,
Swift as a migrant bird in flight,
Sure as a mother's woe.

A world for every woman of earth^___
One for me, for her another;
Yet one day her heart must cry,
"Mother! Mother! Mother!"

^__Seldon Lincoln Whitcomb

Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 126
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)