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| To Ross |
| Two little hands are busy. Two little eyes are gay. Two little feet are tripping Throughout the live-long day. Two hearts made so happy, Two lives made more bright, Two arms filled completely By such a little mite. Somewhere work is waiting These little hands must do; Trodden paths of service Await the wee feet too. Oh may the years in passing Leave two eyes kind and gay, Mirroring the beauty The soul built, day by day. |
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| This was written by my paternal grandmother to my daddy when he was about 4 years old in 1930. The echo of her love for her son rings strong in my own heart as I think of my children. I can state that my daddy was a beautiful man, spiritually strong and loving up through the day of his death inspite of incredible challenges in life. His momma's blessing worked that special magic we all need so much in our lives. |
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| By Maude Margaret North Richmond |
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| Ross Richmond about 2 . |
| Daddy and me When I was 2 |