Mary E. Durham
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I have not mingled with the rich,
Nor kissed a "royal" hand,
Nor lived in splendid grandeur
In this, my native land.
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Out of the mist she appeared in October,
Where the avenue crosses the street;
A stunning figure in black attire,
Attractive, vivacious, petite.
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In the dusky shades of twilight
As my fingers touch the strings,
Comes a little bird to listen -
Listen till I'm done, then sings.
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Love's Meaning
I have not mingled with the rich,
Nor kissed a "royal" hand,
Nor lived in splendid grandeur
In this, my native land.
But I have known a baby's love,
Her laughter and her tears;
Shared her little jokes with her
And quieted her fears.
Now I remember waking up
To "Boogens" on the stairs,
A childish voice calling to me,
"Nanny, I'll be there!"
I would not trade that baby's love
For all the wealth on earth.
Whatever pain life has bestowed
That blessing has been worth.
She seemed to know I needed her;
She must have needed me!
And isn't that what love's about
In its entirety?
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