A Poem I love so much...

The Girl I Used To Be…

She came tonight as I sat alone.
The girl that I used to be…
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye
And she questioned reproachfully:

Have you forgotten the many plans
And hopes that I had for you?
The great career. The splendid fame
All wonderful things to do?

Where is the mansion of stately height
With all of its gardens rare?
The silken robes that I dreamed for you
And the jewels for your hair?

And as she spoke I was very sad.
For I wanted her pleased with me…
The slender girl from the shadowy past
The girl that I used to be.

So gently arising, I took her hand
And guided her up the stair
Where peacefully sleeping my babes lay
Innocent, sweet and fair.

And I told her that these are my only gems
And precious they are to me:
That silken robe is my Motherhood
Of costly simplicity.

And my mansion of stately height is love
And the only career I know:
Is serving each day in these sheltering walls
For the dear ones who come and go.
And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,
She smiled through her tears at me:
And I saw that woman that I am now
Pleased the girl that I used to be…
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