Author Katherine Mansfield Playing in the fire and twilight together, My little son and I, Suddenly--woefully--I stoop to catch him. "Try, mother, try!" Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent finger: "Hush! cease your play!" What happened? What in that tiny moment Flew away? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments