The Children Poem by Della Hodgson James

Elphy Estella, the first you know
And red haired Clifford Wayne,  
Who is a number of years older by two
Then Clarice; I've told her name.
Gracie Edyth, the fifth in line
Who was two years younger yet,  
Than Violet Jewell, the brown-eyed girl
Who was the forth one; don't forget.

Troy Othel, whose birthday is
December the twenty third,  
And the blue-eyed boy with flaxen locks
Whose name you've already heard.

Then Clinton Roosevelt, the sixth
Was another Christmas boy. 
Two days after the festive day
He come to bring us joy.

Darrel Vanton arrived in August
The ninth one in order, see. 
A little lovable blonde
A delight and comfort to me.

Then Mack, Mc. Mc-a-do or McVerdon
Or a dozen other nick names,  
Just so you add that little Mc. 
He answers just the same.

That leaves Cloid Owen
Our first little son,  
Who left us and went away
To live in a better, brighter world,  
We will join him there some day.

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By…Mother.