Not For Sale - date published unknown

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My memories: our childhood pranks,
And Mother's gentle little spanks.
Our trudge to school, my hand in hers,
Avoiding Spanish-needles, burrs;

While she, with admonition sweet,
Would guide my erring little feet.
Yes, in that gallery of my mind
A thousand pictures I can find -

From babyhood to manhood frail -
And not one picture is for sale.
A sister's faith, divine, to see
The good, the strong, the wise in me.

My memories: her kindly eyes;
Her gentle voice, wherein there lies
A Christian steadfastness; her hand
So soft: it said, "I understand."

Her message - ere she fell asleep:
These are things that I shall keep.


Cleveland, Ohio

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