Jean Blewett Poems
|121.||Christy And The Pipers||5/8/2012|
|122.||All Love Asks||5/8/2012|
|125.||As Good As A Girl||5/8/2012|
|128.||A Boy's Trials||5/8/2012|
|129.||At The Sick Children's Hospital||5/8/2012|
|130.||A Good Woman||5/8/2012|
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At The Sick Children's Hospital
A little crippled figure, two big pathetic eyes,
A face that looked unchildish, so wan it was and wise;
I watched her as the homesick tears came chasing down each cheek.
'I had to come,' she whispered low, 'I was so tired and weak.
My spine, you know! I used to be so strong, and tall, and straight!
I went to school and learned to read and write upon a slate,
And add up figures-such a lot, and play with all my might,
Until I hurt my back-since then I just ache day and night.
'Tis most a year since I could stand, or walk around at all;
All I am good for now, you see, ...
Her eyes-upon a summer's day
God's skies are not more blue than they.
Her hair-you've seen a sunbeam bold
Made up of just such threads of gold.
Her cheek-the leaf which nearest grows
The dewy heart of June's red rose.