She was very little, Only so high; Her eyes were the color Of an April sky. Once she was a wild one, So she said, Shaking gaily Her snow-white head. She'd have been married But her daddy wouldn't let her. She was just as glad -- a man For worse or better Would be a bother, And she had her cat, And her grand piano, And a lavender hat. No, she didn't like babies a bit -- She'd rather have tabby When the lamp was lit. So she said. But one afternoon I caught her singing A funny little tune And rocking my baby, With her bright, blue eyes Looking like tear-wet April skies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN by PHILIP FRENEAU KATHLEEN O'MORE by GEORGE NUGENT REYNOLDS THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM REMINISCENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG FOR THE NEWBORN by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES THE MERCHANT OF VENICE; A LEGEND OF ITALY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |