By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 11, 2013 “Infant Daughter of —” By Alice M. Burnett If only they had waked me from that deepAnd dreamless sleep,And brought my baby daughter to my side.If only I had held her once before she died,And felt her precious headSo warm, and gently pressedAgainst my breast. But no, they made me sleepAnd so I did not knowUntil she had been buried deepBeneath the snow.They said that it was best,That I was ...
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