“Lest We Forget”

She came tonight as I sat alone,       

The girl I used to be...       

And she gazed at me with her earnest eye       

And questioned reproachfully:       

Have you forgotten the many plans       

And hopes that I had for you?       

The great career, the splendid fame,       

All the wonderful things to do?       

Where is the mansion of stately height       

With all of its gardens rare?       

The silken robes that I dreamed for you       

And the jewels in your hair?

 And as she spoke, I was very sad       

For I wanted her pleased with me...       

This slender girl from the shadowy past,       

The girl that I used to be.

 So gently rising, I took her hand,       

And guided her up the stair,       

Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay       

Innocent, sweet, and fair.       

And I told her that these are my only gems,       

And precious they are to me;       

That silken robe is my motherhood       

Of costly simplicity.       

And my mansion of stately height is love,       

And the only career I know       

Is serving each day in these sheltered walls       

For the dear ones who come and go.

 And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,       

She smiled through her tears at me.       

And I saw that the woman that I am now       

Pleased the girl that I used to be.

~ Author Unknown