Before the Birth of One of Her Children (Anne Bradstreet)

I suppose poets.org considers this poem by Anne Bradstreet to be an appropriate Mother's Day poem.

And, well, kind of, I guess. Yes, it's about motherhood, but considering that the mother in the poem dies during childbirth (or is, at least, anticipating doing so) it doesn't seem the best poem to celebrate motherhood.

It's well written, with even lines and 10 syllables apiece (the meter is almost perfect iambs, but not 100% - but I am notoriously bad with figuring out meter, so you may want to check me on that). Go, Anne Bradstreet!

Favorite line: "Let be interred in my oblivious grave"

Let be interred in my oblivious grave;