Sunday, July 6, 2014

the school bus takes my youngest

The school bus stopped a while ago and picked him up;
He climbed aboard as proud as Punch-and left his pup
And me disconsolate! Before, I always had
A baby left a smaller girl, a younger lad
 But now the littlest one is gone, and all the place
Has suddenly become so still I cannot face
The empty house indoors. I'm glad for rake and hoe,
For pruning shears, for flowers to tend. I'd like to know
What city mothers do, without some garden tool
To comfort them on Baby's first long day at school.

HAZEL M. KERR.

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