She came to
visit us at last,
Aunt Mary sweet and dear,
How we
planned to make her stay,
A time of joy and cheer.
The sky was
blue with, fleecy clouds,
The bird sang loud and clear,
As if to
tell Aunt Mary,
They were happy she was here.
She came
from out the golden west,
Back to her girlhood home,
Once again
to see the hills,
And o’er the fields to roam,
To meet and
greet the loved ones,
And renew old friendships o’er,
To clasp
their hands in greetings,
As in olden days of yore.
Dear Aunt
Mary,
How we love her,
How we’ll
miss her smile and cheer,
How we wish that we might keep
her,
Always hold
her with us here.
For we need
her wit and laughter,
We need her understanding heart,
If we could
we would not let her,
From our home or life depart.
And the
lessons which she taught us,
Of patience, faith and love,
Shall be a
beacon light to us,
When she shall rest above.
Katherine
Carey-Place 1878-1934
August 12,
1931
Copyright Roy Richard
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