My Parents

By Lena Carroll

(Previously published in Hobbies, Etc.,
parent publication of Pencil Stubs Online.)

My parents came to see me

No cup my joy could hold

For it’s a trip, you see

They’d not made before.

Twelve happy years of wedded bliss,

Four little girls to give us joy;

I’d had a visit from my one and only sis,

My brother also to Texas came

And stayed too short a while.

But, a visit from Dad and Mother

A wistful dream had become.

Until that happy day that I heard,

“We’re leaving the 20^th,

Just dropped you a word.’

And so they came to see us

A few short days they stayed.

But all too soon I heard the words,

“Goodbye--we will try to come again.”

© circa 1946 Lena May Carroll