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DreamyAnna E. Honig

Rock-A-Bye Chair

Quite a dear old household treasure, This rock-a-bye cane seated chair; No arms to bump the baby’s head As we rocked with restful pleasure. Our darling babe so sweet and fair Liked this chair better than her bed. The rock-a-bye chair served as well For a horse and buggy, or train, As it did to rock babes to sleep. Of the joy rides I'd like to tell As they come rushing through my brain, But my heart o’erflows and I weep. Memories sweet, are also sad As the dear past I would relate. The baby hands holding so fast To mother’s eardrops, as she had,
DreamyAnna E. Honig

Birthday Cakes

It is singular and quite odd, How we form habits unaware. Some of which we duly applaud If with others the good we share. When each birthday I recognized, With a delicious birthday cake— I never fully realized How many cakes I had to bake. My husband’s mother kept the date Of his birth, and made him a cake. This custom, thus to celebrate I decided never to break. And so for very many years I baked him a large raisin cake, Fond retrospection somewhat cheers, Yet it brings a pang of heartache.

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