Here is Frost's poem, and here is mine:
I have been one acquainted with the night
I've learned to change a diaper with the dark
To spare bleared eyes the glare of night time light.
I've loved a hungry baby in the dark,
Though dull with weariness and ache of sleep,
Love's joy in giving kindle's strength's dim spark
I have been often tired enough to weep
Until the sweetness of small velvet life
Cradled to me, a tiny charge to keep --
All this, to be a mother and a wife
And further to be held in Heaven's sight --
I could not ask for any better life
Than what is given to me. It is right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
|Sleeping Mother with Child by Christian Krog, 1883|