Andrew Fairchild Poet Enclosed Rhyme

A Pretty Little Lark

A Pretty little Lark, my Darling was,
Who cheered each one she met -- humble intent!
Whose Way was Love, her Harmony, unbent
By any Path, Belief, Doctrine or Cause

She stilled my heart, the lovely little bird,
By singing children’s songs, and Sunday School
She taught, to bring tykes discipline, Self-Rule
And called it sacred work, to keep one’s word.
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2/18/2019

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P.S. Awtry February 18, 2019 at 4:01 PM so sweet and the whole of it "sacred work"--the cheering, singing, teaching, and keeping one's word. and the sacred work you've done in penning this poem, honoring goodness. :) Andrew Fairchild February 18, 2019 at 7:41 PM Her therapist said of Laurie to my therapist, 'she was angelic', and it was true! Marrying her was the best thing I ever did. Thank you for your wonderful words, and for honoring her!