No one ever tho’t that I
Was his sister Sue.
For my eyes were just as black
As his eyes were blue.
And my hair was like a crow
His so golden sunny.
Father ridicules the name
But keeps on saying Honey.
Moon Dazzle
LAST night, as tho’ with new washed eyes
I looked upon a lake.
Something within me sharply stirred
An understanding ache.
An ardent willow swayed and dipped
The cool depths of lagoon.
Unstirred miles of grass and dew
Lay lonely to the moon.
It seemed I’d never seen a night
Or such a scene before.
The moonbeams stretched a splintered path
From shore to shadowed shore.
I marveled thus, and wondered how
In unveiled hours to come,
Could such a pulseless thing like death
Make one so eager, dumb.
To Friends
LAST night, when I was wearied to my soul,
I was slipping out to dreamland very fast.
When I tho’t about you, and the things you did,
The help you gave, for which I did not ask.
Your unselfishness and kind deeds true,
Kept coming up before me like a scroll.
I could not count the many things you did,
For me, when I was sick, in body and in soul.