POEM
There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
But childish troubles will soon pass by. --
There! little girl; don't cry!

There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your slate, I know;
And the glad, wild ways
Of your schoolgirl days
Are things of the long ago;
But life and love will soon come by. --
There! little girl; don't cry!

There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your heart I know;
And the rainbow gleams
Of your youthful dreams
Are things of the long ago;
But Heaven holds all for which you sigh. --
There! little girl; don't cry!
YOU

COMMENTS (19)

The great child's poet! What a wonderful time it must have been when the neighborhood children would sit on his porch drinking lemonade and listening to his stories.... A great man and benefactor to the Riley Children's Hospital in Indianapolis, one of the leading hospitals for children in the nation.... It is said that the neighborhood children brought up the fund for his memorial after his passing by donating coins. It is still tradition to leave coins at his memorial in Crown Hill cemetery in Indianapolis, which are used to aid the children's hospital.
There was a song that went something like this: Now there's bubble gum/ All over your hair/ Your sling shot is broken/ But you mustn't care /... For cowboys never cry! I'm trying to recall the whole song. This poem reminds me of this song.
Interesting poem, seems like she has a tough life, constantly told that her pain will pass and that the future holds better
nice &fantastic......................................
I like the concluding lines... ~And the rainbow gleams Of your youthful dreams Are things of the long ago; But Heaven holds all for which you sigh. -