Mother and Babe. Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother; The sleeping mother and babe—hush’d, I study them long and long. Related posts: Walt Whitman. Song of the Broad-Axe. As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores. Pensive on Her Dead Gazing, I Heard the Mother of All. suprusr Published in Poems
