Just Folks

The Beauty Places

          Here she walked and romped about,
            And here beneath this apple tree
          Where all the grass is trampled out
            The swing she loved so used to be.
          This path is but a path to you,
            Because my child you never knew.

          'Twas here she used to stoop to smell
            The first bright daffodil of spring;
          'Twas here she often tripped and fell
            And here she heard the robins sing.
          You'd call this but a common place,
            But you have never seen her face.

          And it was here we used to meet.
            How beautiful a spot is this,
          To which she gayly raced to greet
            Her daddy with his evening kiss!
          You see here nothing grand or fine,
            But, Oh, what memories are mine!

          The people pass from day to day
            And never turn their heads to see
          The many charms along the way
            That mean so very much to me.
          For all things here are speaking of
            The babe that once was mine to love.