I posted The Girl I Used to Be on HB yesterday. Rodders was upset over her parents comments about her pregnancy...I thought it would help. She responded and seemed to like the poem which is good. I think it's beautiful.
She came tonight as I sat alone,The girl I used to be.
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye And questioned reproachfully,"Have you forgotten the many plans And hopes that I had for you?"
"The great career, the splendid fame,All the wonderful things to do?"
"Where is the mansion of stately height With all of its gardens rare?""The silken robes that I dreamed for you And the jewels in your hair?"
And as she spoke, I was very sad For I wanted her pleased with me ... This slender girl that I used to be.
So gently rising, I took her hand,And guided her up the stairs Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay So innocent, sweet, and fair.
I told her that these are my only gems,And Precious they are to me;That silken robe is my Motherhood Of costly simplicity.
And my mansion of stately height is love,And the only career I know,Is serving each day in these sheltered walls For the dear ones who come and go.
And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,She smiled through her tears at me;And I saw the woman I am now ... pleased the girl I used to be.
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye And questioned reproachfully,"Have you forgotten the many plans And hopes that I had for you?"
"The great career, the splendid fame,All the wonderful things to do?"
"Where is the mansion of stately height With all of its gardens rare?""The silken robes that I dreamed for you And the jewels in your hair?"
And as she spoke, I was very sad For I wanted her pleased with me ... This slender girl that I used to be.
So gently rising, I took her hand,And guided her up the stairs Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay So innocent, sweet, and fair.
I told her that these are my only gems,And Precious they are to me;That silken robe is my Motherhood Of costly simplicity.
And my mansion of stately height is love,And the only career I know,Is serving each day in these sheltered walls For the dear ones who come and go.
And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,She smiled through her tears at me;And I saw the woman I am now ... pleased the girl I used to be.
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I think I need to take my iron. It's day 3 and I'm feeling very washed out today. Maybe thats why I'm not too bothered about doing anything much today.....
If we end up staying home I think we will go outside and paint some rocks...it would be nice to have some painted and put them in the woods.......so the kids can get creative!
I will take the quilt out there and we can read and stuff out there too....or maybe I will see if they want to do some sketching....of the house, or some flowers or the trees..........
Maybe we will run into town after all and buy some little canvases or some spray varnish or some sketch books......
Mmmmmmmm thats a plan!
Maybe it's Aunt Flo's visit or something but I feel like just being at home with my kids :) And I know that next week will arrive and I will be back to my usual sociable self ;)
