By Lena Carroll
parent publication of Pencil Stubs Online.)
My parents came to see me
No cup my joy could hold
For it’s a trip, you see
They’d not made before.
Twelve happy years of wedded bliss,
Four little girls to give us joy;
I’d had a visit from my one and only sis,
My brother also to Texas came
And stayed too short a while.
But, a visit from Dad and Mother
A wistful dream had become.
Until that happy day that I heard,
“We’re leaving the 20th,
Just dropped you a word.’
And so they came to see us
A few short days they stayed.
But all too soon I heard the words,
“Goodbye--we will try to come again.”
© circa 1946 Lena May Carroll
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