Are All the Children In
---Florence Jones HadleyI think oft-times as the night draws nigh
Of an old house on the hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom-starred
Where the chlildren played at will.
And when the night at last came down
Hushing the merry din,
Mother would look around and ask,
"Are all the children in?"'Tis many and many a year since then,
And the old house on the hill
No longer echoes to childish feet
And the yard is still, so still.
But I see it all, as the shadows creep
And though many the years have been
Since then, I can still hear my mother ask,
"Are all the children in?"I wonder if when the shadows fall
On our last short, earthly day,
When we say good-bye to the world outside,
All tired with our childish play,
When we step out into that other Land
Where mother so long has been,
Will we hear her ask, just as of old,
"Are all the children in?"
My father used to read this poem to us when we were kids. I don’t think he ever made it through without choking up. Now that I’m a mother, I understand why!
Now he’s stepped out into that other world. He died Sunday night, May 13, 2012 at 11:29 Alaska time.
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My grandmother kept a typed copy of this poem and my Dad saved it. He use to recite it, too. Now that I am getting my parents' family home ready to sell, this poem keeps coming back to me.
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