Beulah Groton 1886-1890

Beulah Groton 1886 -1890 I remember the adoring eyes of my mother And I remember the sweet fragrances of the orange blossoms in spring. I can recall the wagging of my dog’s tail And the smell of frying bacon Inside my mother’s kitchen on a Sunday morning. And I do recall burning up with fever Inside a washbasin filled with ice. The day before they buried me here in Clark Cemetery, My parents gathered friends and family together At the farm on Washington Street. And with my little white coffin open, They posed around my still body and, My pale sunken face for the keepsake photograph. They dressed me in white satin And laid me out under the noon sun. I don’t miss life really Because my days were few. But I do miss my dog, And waking up on Christmas morning.