Playing Many Parts



Cafe Thursday – Another Poem

When I think of cafe Thursdays recently, it makes me long for a book and a quiet coffee shop.  So if you are able to enjoy a warm beverage, pull up a chair.  I got this poem today via email and it it brought a tear to my eye.  Enjoy.

THE GIRL I USED TO BE

She came tonight as I sat alone
The girl I used to be.
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye
And questioned reproachfully:

Have you forgotten the many plans
And hopes I had for you?
The great career, the splendid fame,
All the wonderful things to do?

Where is the mansion of stately height
With all its gardens rare?
The silken robes that I dreamed for you
And the jewels in your hair?

And as she spoke, I was very sad,
For I wanted her pleased with me,
This slender girl from the shadowy past,
The girl that I used to be.

So gently rising, I took her hand
And guided her up the stairs
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay,
Innocent, sweet, and fair.

And I told her that these are my only gems,
And precious they are to me;
That silken robes is my motherhood
Of costly simplicity.

And my mansion of stately height is love,
And the only career I know
Is serving each day in these sheltered walls
For the dear ones who come and go

And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,
She smiled through her tears at me.
And I saw the woman that I am now
Pleased the girl I used to be.

– Author unknown

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  1. * Judy says:

    thanks for the cry–I needed that–have a great day! love, Mom

    | Reply Posted 9 years, 1 month ago


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