Two sonnets absorb with calm clarity a boy’s anguish at his mother’s loss Two sonnets absorb with calm clarity a boy’s anguish at his mother’s loss My Mother Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; But in her quiet way she made me yield Reluctantly, for she was breathing low. Her hand she slowly lifted from her lap And, smiling sadly in the old sweet way, She pointed to the nail where hung my cap. Her eyes said: I shall last another day. But scarcely