Their First Baby

 

The Snow is falling.

A lone robin pecks at the apples which

still hang on the now leafless trees.

Winter stillness is every where.

The ground white already to the depths

of ten inches with snow makes the world

look fine and beautiful.

A little cabin stands sheltered among the

trees and a curly column of smoke rising

from the one flue is the only indication

that life goes on inside.

In a snug little room plainly tho' com-

fortably furnished lies a young mother.

Young indeed for she is only two months

past sixteen- Her face is white,

to white for one her age.

She has been waiting months for the

comming of her baby and dreamed happy

dreams that she was to have a dear

little life for their very own.

The time passed and true to her real mother

instinct did all in her power to bring to life

their baby.

How she had waited, longed, and prayed

for her baby in quiet patients and fortitude

only hoping that she be given strength

to bare the little life that would be such

a treasure to them both.

All went well with her, but her little one,

life never came to it.

All was done that could be done by those

with her but the dear little form they had

hoped so much would be theirs always

never gained the life that should have

been its own. And now----

 

 

 

Outside the fence a little mound

Of new throw earth is plainly seen

And tho' with snow 'tis covered now

When birds come back and grass is green

We'll watch and tend with loving care

The tiny place where lies "our dead"

And ask our father for the grace

To help us lift our saddened heads

 

For He who "doeth all things well"

May let us know just why, some day

He crushed our hopes and killed our joy

When He took little babe away.

(Baby's Birthday Jan 20-- 1926.)

(In all love from Mother.)

            Frances Sternberg Heath

 

 

Typed from a copy of a hand written paper.

It was dated at the top Lago Ida 1-29-1926

The title was also written as: (Their First baby.)