I sought an inspiration, for I fain would sing a song, A poem sweet to gird my soul, as on I march . . . and on; A theme to keep my courage high when troubles round me surge, Lilting notes to call "Life's sweet" and drown the solemn dirge.
I sought, and found the birds and flowers and trees . . . all things apart; Beautiful, yet failing to find echo in my heart.
I felt a tug and looked to see, two shining eyes of blue, Two little arms upheld to clasp, and lips of rosy hue. I held my baby close and crooned, and knew a mother's bliss; And found my poem. . . all complete, within my baby's kiss.
Chesta Holt Fulmer
Wow, a box FULL of costumes! Aren't grandchildren grand?
I love these little People; and it Is not a slight Thing when they, Who are so fresh From God, Love us.