Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

She came tonight as I sat alone, 
The girl I used to be… 
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye 
And questioned reproachfully: 
Have you forgotten the many plans 
And hopes that I had for you? 
The great career, the splendid fame, 
All the wonderful things to do? 
Where is the mansion of stately height 
With all of its gardens rare? 
The silken robes that I dreamed for you 
And the jewels in your hair?
And as she spoke, I was very sad 
For I wanted her pleased with me… 
This slender girl from the shadowy past, 
The girl that I used to be.
So gently rising, I took her hand, 
And guided her up the stair, 
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay 
Innocent, sweet, and fair. 
And I told her that these are my only gems, 
And precious they are to me; 
That silken robe is my motherhood 
Of costly simplicity. 
And my mansion of stately height is love, 
And the only career I know 
Is serving each day in these sheltered walls 
For the dear ones who come and go.
And as I spoke to my shadowy guest, 
She smiled through her tears at me. 
And I saw that the woman that I am now 
Pleased the girl that I used to be.
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