Things to Say: Have You Got a Little Brook?

LauraMotherhood

For you, a poignant poem – in the hue of Proverbs 4:23 – for a mother to carry in her pocket and ask her children often. It’s the first motherhood poem that I stored in my memory:

Have you got a Brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so --

And nobody knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there,
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there --

Why, look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the fills,
And the bridges often go --

And later, in August it may be --
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life,
Some burning noon go dry!
- Emily Dickinson