Robert W Service - Spartan MotherRobert W Service - Spartan Mother
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My mother loved her horses and
Her hounds of pedigree;
She did not kiss the baby hand
I held to her in glee.
Of course I had a sweet nou-nou
Who tended me with care,
And mother reined her nag to view
Me with a critic air.
So I went to a famous school,
But holidays were short;
My mother thought me just a fool,
Unfit for games and sport.
For I was fond of books and art,
And hated hound and steed:
Said Mother, `Boy, you break my heart!
You are not of our breed.`
Then came the War. The Mater said:
`Thank God, a son I give
To King and Country,`—well, I`m dead
Who would have loved to live.
`For England`s sake,` said she, `he died.
For that my boy I bore.`
And now she talks of me with pride.
A hero of the War.
Mother, I think that you are glad
I ended up that way.
Your horses and your dogs you had,
And still you have today.
Your only child you say you gave
Your Country to defend . . .
Dear Mother, from a hero`s grave
I—curse you in the end.
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