LITTLE Mandy and her Ma 'S porest folks you ever saw! -- Lived in porest house in town, Where the fence 'uz all tore down. And no front-door steps at all -- Ist a' old box 'g'inst the wall; And no door-knob on the door Outside. -- @3My!@1 but they 'uz pore! Wuz no winder-shutters on, And some of the @3winders@1 gone, And where they 'uz broke they'd pas'e Ist brown paper 'crost the place. @3Tell@1 you! when it's @3winter there,@1 And the snow ist ever'where, Little Mandy's Ma she say 'Spec' they'll freeze to death some day. Wunst my Ma and me -- when we Be'n to church, and's goin' to be Chris'mus purty soon, -- we went There -- like the Committee sent. @3And-sir!@1 when we're in the door, Wuz no carpet on the floor, And no fire -- and heels-and-head Little Mandy's tucked in bed! And her Ma telled @3my@1 Ma she Got no coffee but ist tea, And fried mush -- and's all they had Sence her health broke down so bad. Nen Ma hug and hold me where Little Mandy's layin' there; And she kiss her, too, and nen Mandy kiss my Ma again. And my Ma she telled her @3we@1 Goin' to have a Chris'mus-Tree, At the Sund'y-School, 'at's fer ALL the childern, and fer @3her@1. Little Mandy @3think@1 -- nen she Say, "What @3is@1 a Chris'mus-Tree?" Nen my Ma she give @3her@1 Ma Somepin' 'at I never saw. And say she @3must@1 take it, -- and She ist maked her keep her hand Wite close shut, -- and nen she @3kiss@1 Her hand -- shut ist like it is. Nen we comed away. . . . And nen When it's Chris'mus Eve again, And all of us childerns be At the Church and Chris'mus-Tree -- And all git toys and things 'At old Santy Claus he brings And puts on the Tree; -- wite where The @3big@1 Tree 'uz standin' there, And the things 'uz all tooked down, And the childerns, all in town, Got their presents -- nen we see They's a @3little@1 Chris'mus-Tree Wite @3behind@1 the @3big@1 Tree -- so We can't see till @3nen,@1 you know, -- And it's all ist loaded down With the purtiest things in town! And the teacher smile and say: "This-here Tree 'at's hid away It's marked @3'Little Mandy's Tree.'@1 -- Little Mandy! Where is she?" Nen nobody say a word. -- Stillest place you ever heard! -- Till a man tiptoe up where Teacher's still a-waitin' there. Nen the man he whispers, so Ist the @3Teacher@1 hears, you know. Nen he tiptoe back and go Out the big door -- ist so slow! . . . . . . . @3Little Mandy,@1 though, @3she@1 don't Answer -- and Ma say "she won't @3Never,@1 though each year they'll be 'Little Mandy's Chris'mus-Tree' Fer pore childern" -- my Ma says -- And @3Committee@1 say they guess "Little Mandy's Tree" 'ull be Bigger than the @3other@1 Tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER'S DREAM by THOMAS CAMPBELL SNOW IN THE SUBURBS by THOMAS HARDY THE REVEILLE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SONNET: 22. TO THE SAME [CYRIACK SKINNER] by JOHN MILTON IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE ALBION QUEENS, ACT 1: THE WONDER by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) |