Robert Kirkland Kernighan

(25 April 1854 – 3 November 1926 / Ontario)

To-Night He Is Welcoming Baby - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan

The baby is dead, but its mother's
Sweet eyes with a radiance shine

As she says in a whisper, ' No fingers
Shall touch it or dress it but mine.

' Oh, let me do this for my baby,
To me 'tis a labor of love ;

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012

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