By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 24, 2015 To Great-Grandmother By Helen Baker Adams I never saw your laughing Irish eyesThat long ago played captive to the ladYou met and straightway loved upon the wiseAuspicious sea; nor knew the faith that cladYour heart with quiet hope when, one by one,Six sturdy sons were soldier-clad. Your smileThrust tears away, I know. You were the oneWho glorified each grandchild’s slightest wile.You sang to th...
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