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SadAnna E. Honig

My Child

My beautiful boy with eyes so brown, And golden curls adorning his head. I felt so proud when I took him down Through the streets, and smiled at all he said. I spent three years of greatest pleasure, With this wonderful baby of mine, He the most precious earthly treasure I had ever known so genuine. But when it pleased God to claim His own, He sent for my treasure to be brought; Then all my hopes to heaven had flown With the purest, though yearning thought. Over a period of some years Sadly I missed the star of our home, The sunshine was so faint through my tears, Though peace to my heart from God had come.
SadAnna E. Honig

Mother's Soliloquy

A mother once happy and gay Soliloquized in a sad way. Why does he my kisses withhold Is it just because I am old? My health is good, my teeth are sound, What other reason could be found? We’ve kissed since his life was begun This boy and I, my loving son. He always gave a kiss or two, This son of mine so kind and true. For twenty years and even more We’ve enjoyed our kiss at the door. I wonder what has caused this change It does seem awful hard and strange, I ponder and I wonder why? It grieves me and I often cry.
SadAnna E. Honig

Remembrance

Thoughts of mother often come to me As the days and years go fleeting by. In fancy the kitchen shelves I see Covered with paper, I wondered why She scalloped them artistically With cut designs that so pleased the eye? I recall the ever faithful care She gave her children with pure delight It seemed she was anxious to prepare All things needful to keep the home right. She never failed to offer a prayer At morning, at noon, and then at night. Dear mother filled so many places, For righteousness she earnestly strove. She washed the four dear little faces Many times a day with tender love,

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