My own dear daughter:-from my heart at last,
At long, long last, I call you this sweet name;
(Before, lip-service only to my shame,
I admit it.) Today that time is past,
And now, I wonder at the foolish jealousy
I felt, when you became my tall lad's wife
It might have alienated him for life:
The apple of my eye! Oh, don't you see
I thought, through marriage, I had lost a son?
(Love, richer for the sharing, proves me wrong.
Instead-God bless you-I find I have won
The daughter my heart's hungered for so long.
I humbly sue for your affection. Dear,
When you come home, you'll find a mother here.
ETHEL RoMIG FULLER.
At long, long last, I call you this sweet name;
(Before, lip-service only to my shame,
I admit it.) Today that time is past,
And now, I wonder at the foolish jealousy
I felt, when you became my tall lad's wife
It might have alienated him for life:
The apple of my eye! Oh, don't you see
I thought, through marriage, I had lost a son?
(Love, richer for the sharing, proves me wrong.
Instead-God bless you-I find I have won
The daughter my heart's hungered for so long.
I humbly sue for your affection. Dear,
When you come home, you'll find a mother here.
ETHEL RoMIG FULLER.
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