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.

Comments about Learning To Go Alone by Ann Taylor

  • Castellenas JohnCastellenas John (4/17/2019 8:15:00 AM)

    Beautiful and wonderful words shared by Ann Taylor.(Report)Reply

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  • Kiran PillaiKiran Pillai (6/1/2018 12:45:00 AM)

    Very beautiful. Loved the innocence of the poem(Report)Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (8/9/2015 8:59:00 PM)

    .............flows beautifully...I love the rhythm ★(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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