Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE RARE BOOK, by EDNA SCRUGGS WILLIAMSON


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THE RARE BOOK, by                    
First Line: Twas just a little while ago - or so, to me, it seems
Last Line: Long upon the cherished pages marked by baby fingers.
Subject(s): Books; Children; Mothers; Reading; Childhood


'Twas just a little while ago -- or so, to me, it seems --
He stood beside my rocking chair and told me of his dreams.
"Mother, I'll make a pretty book like one I saw last night;
It was full of pretty flowers, and birds, and dogs that would not bite."
So with paste and shears and magazines, down on the floor he sat
To cut out flowers, a boy, a dog, or maybe a woolly cat.
Oh, no, it has not been so long; I see him through the years,
How hard his little fingers strove to work the heavy shears!
O little book so precious! Not because of beauty rare,
But because his small hand fashioned it with eager, loving care.
Now bitter tears, beyond control, fall as my vision lingers
Long upon the cherished pages marked by baby fingers.





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