How Were You At Six Years Old

How were you at six years old, Pigtailed, jumping down the stairs, Or further, at a sombre seven Disdaining play at hounds and hares How at ten you sang to sleep Toddler siblings two and three, Ran home having won a prize For racing at the school soiree How at nine you sang to guests And, applauded, blushed rose red How, still at eight you feared the dark, Took your Chinese doll to bed I saw a photo, at seven or eight Silent, sweet, pretty and fair A small and loving kindly face, Long white frock and lovely hair