A Little Girl
She runs through the fields
And her laughter floats in the air
The breeze plays with her golden hair
As I watch,she pauses for a moment
To gaze in wonder at a butterfly
As it flutters its wings up to the sky
As I sit her in the shade of this tree
I thank the Lord that he
Let me be, the Mother of,
This little angel of three.
I hope, to you, fate will be kind
And a joy like mine
You will find
Author: Lorna Bach
She Was Home
No footsteps in the hall
No one to talk to, but a picture on a wall
But no more am I lonely
To long the house was silent, no laughter, no singing
They tell me it is only for a few days of laughter and singing
A few days of childish pratter
And I am happy
Because for a few days
She has come home
Soon it will be again be silent, but i will still hearThe laughter and the singing
In my memories, I will still see
Her happy little face
And I will sing
Because for a few days
She was home
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