Ann Taylor

(30 January 1782 - 20 December 1866 / Colchester, England)

Learning To Go Alone - Poem by Ann Taylor

Come, my darling, come away,
Take a pretty walk to-day;
Run along, and never fear,
I'll take care of baby dear:
Up and down with little feet,
That's the way to walk, my sweet.

Now it is so very near,
Soon she'll get to mother dear.
There she comes along at last:
Here's my finger, hold it fast:
Now one pretty little kiss,
After such a walk as this.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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