Through the Eyes of a Child
I remember the home where I was a child,
The sweet little window in my bedroom;
It had a lovely view of mothers garden,
Where roses, violets and pansies grew.
And over there in that shady corner,
The swing beneath the old maple tree;
In this child's eyes it was so beautiful,
I thought it would last forever and ever.
The flowers and garden have vanished now,
How tender to this heart those scenes;
I recollect the walks in deep tangled woods,
And a tranquil pond where swans glided.
Me and father walking hand in hand talking,
And mother waiting on a picnic blanket;
Oh, with a quivering breath and a throbbing,
I must leave this scene for they are dead.
I can only visit these far-off scenes of my life,
When I am the child who dwells within;
And through her eyes, the eyes of little child,
Can I go where I was so happy.
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August 30, 2015
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