To Mary Kirwan
For a golden-haired, blue-eyed friend whose visit ended too soon — happiness relived in memory.
To Mary Kirwan
Mary Kirwan since your visit,
Although I’ve been lonely too,
I’ve been happy living over
Those brief joyous hours with you.
Mary Kirwan, I can see you
With your eager eyes of blue,
Golden hair so softly curling
And the laughing lips of you.
I can not, in this poor effort,
Tell of all your baby charms—
Best of all the dear caresses
Of your tiny tiny arms.
How I love your baby softness
Close against my heart to hold,
And the comfort that it gives me
Mary Kirwan, can’t be told.
For the mind is prone to ponder
On a burden borne alone,
But your smile assuaged the anguish
Of a sorrow all unknown.
Like an angel straight from heaven,
Life a ray of sunshine bright,
Mary Kirwan, now I know you
I am happier tonight.
Mabel E. Plaskett,
January 4, 1927.