I REMEMBER the day that you came to me, <br />Little Marie, <br />The nurse brought you out so that I might <br />see <br />Little Marie. <br />Oh, this heart o' mine leapt as I gazed at you <br />And got my first peep at those eyes o' blue, <br />And I kissed your cheek and I hugged you, too, <br />Little Marie. <br />I remember the very first word you spake, <br />Little Marie, <br />The very first steps that you tried to take, <br />Little Marie; <br />I remember the very first bump you got <br />And you came to me and I kissed the spot; <br />Of your bumps and bruises I've cured a lot, <br />Little Marie. <br /> <br />The birds in the tree still sing your name, <br />Little Marie; <br />The roses somehow aren't quite the same, <br />Little Marie; <br />And there isn't a nook in the home or yard <br />But what like my battered old heart you've scarred; <br />And we miss you so, and it's oh, so hard! <br />Little Marie. <br /> <br />You smiled when I said I was losing you, <br />Little Marie; <br />You said you'd come back in a year or two, <br />Little Marie; <br />And your mother prays, and I say amen, <br />That we'll be grandpa and grandma then, <br />And you will place in our arms again <br />A little Marie.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-marie/
