A MORNING VISIT.
Reading edition
"and at last nurse says i may carry up her morning tea."
D arling mother! not to see her For a whole week and a day! It was hard; but she is better, And at last nurse says I may Carry up her morning tea. Only one wee, tiny minute Must I wait to kiss her cheek, And to whisper how I missed her Every day this long, long week, And to ask if she missed me. Often, while they thought me sleeping, Did I lie an hour and more, Crying—when the house was quiet— Softly at her bedroom door, Where she could not hear nor see. Oh, it was so dull without her! Every one was grave and sad; But I think, now she is better, Even the little birds look glad As they hop from tree to tree.
Maggie Macdonald.