Fay Inchfawn Door Poems

  • 1.
    I would that you should know,
    Dear mother, that I love you -- love you so!
    That I remember other days and years;
    Remember childish joys and childish fears.
    ...
  • 2.
    One yestereve, in the waning light,
    When the wind was still and the gloaming bright,
    There came a breath from a far countrie,
    And the ghost of a Little House called to me.
    ...
  • 3.
    "In my father's house!" The words
    Bring sweet cadence to my ears.
    Wandering thoughts, like homing birds,
    Fly all swiftly down the years,
    ...
  • 4.
    His step? Ah, no; 'tis but the rain
    That hurtles on the window pane.
    Let's draw the curtains close and sit
    Beside the fire awhile and knit.
    ...
  • 5.
    "I'm going to gran'ma's for a bit
    My mother's got the copper lit;
    An' piles of clothes are on the floor,
    An' steam comes out the wash-house door;
    ...
  • 6.
    Such a sensation Sunday's preacher made.
    "Christian!" he cried, "what is your stock- in-trade?
    Alas! Too often nil. No time to pray;
    No interview with Christ from day to day,
    ...
  • 7.
    If only dinner cooked itself,
    And groceries grew upon the shelf;
    If children did as they were told,
    And never had a cough or cold;
    ...
  • 8.
    See, I am cumbered, Lord,
    With serving, and with small vexatious things.
    Upstairs, and down, my feet
    Must hasten, sure and fleet.
    ...
Total 8 Door Poems by Fay Inchfawn

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