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The Baby’s Cross

Her big brown eyes twinkle roguishly.

(As they use to when she’d chase her cat.)

Oh dear, why did I think of that?

She asked for him today and wondered,

“Did her Saunders miss her while she was away?”

The kitten died but she never knew

The sorrows of childhood should be so few.

Yet—the cast extends from her sturdy shoulders to her knees

And, when one thinks of these, and many other things,

How joyously she laughs, how sweet she sings.

Then when her little story of her wants are done,

She whispers, earnestly, “Some day I will run and run.

So far that nobody can catch me again.

With a sigh, your heavy heart whispers back— AMEN

By Marjorie Logan Wilson to Gale 11/16/36

In memory of Eunice’s visit to my darling Gale