Poems (Odom)/Little Relics
LITTLE RELICS.
Only a baby's picture,
With dimpled shoulders bare;
Large blue eyes softly beaming,
And rings of golden hair.
With dimpled shoulders bare;
Large blue eyes softly beaming,
And rings of golden hair.
Only a faded relic,
All wrinkled, soiled, and torn;
'T is but a tiny stocking
My little girl had worn.
All wrinkled, soiled, and torn;
'T is but a tiny stocking
My little girl had worn.
Only a knot of ribbon,
More precious far than pearls;
It slipped, just as you see it,
One evening from her curls.
More precious far than pearls;
It slipped, just as you see it,
One evening from her curls.
Only her broken playthings,—
Little dishes and her doll,
Her pretty cups of silver,—
You see I keep them all.
Little dishes and her doll,
Her pretty cups of silver,—
You see I keep them all.
Only a little slipper
That my pretty darling wore
The first time that she tottered
Across the chamber floor.
That my pretty darling wore
The first time that she tottered
Across the chamber floor.
Why do I keep and love them,
When so many years have fled?
Don't you know? They were my baby's,
And the little one is dead.
When so many years have fled?
Don't you know? They were my baby's,
And the little one is dead.