There's one I miss. A little questioning maid That held my finger, trotting by my side, And smiled out of her pleased eyes open wide, Wondering and wiser at each word I said. And I must help her frolics if she played, And I must feel her trouble if she cried; My lap was hers past right to be denied; She did my bidding, but I more obeyed. Dearer she is to-day, dearer and more; Closer to me, since sister womanhoods meet; Yet, like poor mothers some long while bereft, I dwell on toward ways, quaint memories left, I miss the approaching sound of pit-pat feet, The eager baby voice outside my door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LULLABY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON LONE DOG by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DESERT by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 3. LOVE CALL by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |