Mystery of the Purvis Babies
Here lie the Purvis babies.
Seven of them, now no more.
Short lived, one only two days old.
One lived to the age of four.
Four baby girls and three boys
Graced their Mother’s home for a time.
But their untimely deaths filled the family plot.
Here they lie, seven short graves in a line.
It’s been ninety-five years ago today,
Since the last baby breathed its last.
Did the Mother and Father move far away?
There is no grave with their names,
And no other trace of their past.
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