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.)