THROWING KISSES.
Girlie on the stairway, mother up above;
Girlie’s eyes and mother’s full of tender love;
Girlie’s little fingers throw a hurrying kiss
Right to mother, loving, fearing not to miss;
Mother throws one downward to her Golden-hair;
Girlie cries, “They’re meeting, mother, in the air.”
By-and-by the girlie stands all, all alone,
Looking sadly upward for the mother, gone
Up the heavenly stairway. Girlie, standing here,
Knows the mother surely surely must be near.
If she throws her kisses up the golden stair,
Will they meet the mother’s half-way in the air?
Minnie Slade.
