Mother And Daughter.
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
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)