Mum's Rhymes

BobbyOf all the pretty girls,With hair in dark curls,Is one: Elizabeth (Bobby)She met our dear Rowe,And I’ll have you know,He asker her to make him her hubby.They met, don’t you see,Arm to arm, knee to knee,‘Neath a quilt one dark dusty night,And he held her hand,As they rode o’er the land,Don’t blame her, he held it quite tight.But soon, on you life,Rowe made her his wife,The wedding was not at all sobby,They’d made many a friend,Now my story must end,Of Rowe’s wife: Elizabeth (Bobby).(She huddled under a quilt in a wagon in a dust storm and Rowe was there)Big SisterDear Big Sister, if you only knew,How dear to all are the things you do,To help at home in Mother’s need,With house to clean, and folk to feed.We know the sacrifice you make,It’s hard to work, and clean, and bake,And go to school, and lessons take,But we are glad yo do it.We’re proud when in a note we read,“Milly’s a help to us in need,When other girls are running wild,”Hat’s off to our beloved Grandchild.Eva M. R. SalwayEva M. R. SalwayMum's Poems pg 35