Corrie and the Butterfly
Just as a butterfly floating in air tasting the sweets of flowers everywhere, then flitting away like flashes of light and hiding herself through the hours of night. Returning again ladened with bliss and giving each flower a sweet morning kiss, so little Corrie came into our lives, like a sweet little angel dropped from above bringing us all a kiss for a day, then like the butterfly floated away. But she will come again clothed in the bliss of heavens adornment and a sweet morning kiss.
This poem was written by Grandfather James Ayer Smith to Corrie after her death. Mamie Ethlyn Bott Smith's first baby (Taken From Mamie Ethlyn Bott Smith Bowcutt's Journal)
To All Parents
"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of mine," he said,
"For you to Love, the while she lives,
And mourn for when she's dead,
It may be six or seven years,
Or Twenty two or three,
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for me?"
"she'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories
As Solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for the teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I've selected you.
Now will you give her all your Love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take her back again?
I fancied that I heard you say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the Joy thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
We'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call her,
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand."
Written By James Ayers Smith her Grand-Father. He wrote stories and articles for the Wahoo Wasp, in Wahoo Nebraska.
Just as a butterfly floating in air tasting the sweets of flowers everywhere, then flitting away like flashes of light and hiding herself through the hours of night. Returning again ladened with bliss and giving each flower a sweet morning kiss, so little Corrie came into our lives, like a sweet little angel dropped from above bringing us all a kiss for a day, then like the butterfly floated away. But she will come again clothed in the bliss of heavens adornment and a sweet morning kiss.
This poem was written by Grandfather James Ayer Smith to Corrie after her death. Mamie Ethlyn Bott Smith's first baby (Taken From Mamie Ethlyn Bott Smith Bowcutt's Journal)
To All Parents
"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of mine," he said,
"For you to Love, the while she lives,
And mourn for when she's dead,
It may be six or seven years,
Or Twenty two or three,
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for me?"
"she'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories
As Solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for the teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I've selected you.
Now will you give her all your Love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take her back again?
I fancied that I heard you say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the Joy thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
We'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call her,
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand."
Written By James Ayers Smith her Grand-Father. He wrote stories and articles for the Wahoo Wasp, in Wahoo Nebraska.
Corrie and the Butterfly
Just as a butterfly floating in air tasting the sweets of flowers everywhere, then flitting away like flashes of light and hiding herself through the hours of night. Returning again ladened with bliss and giving each flower a sweet morning kiss, so little Corrie came into our lives, like a sweet little angel dropped from above bringing us all a kiss for a day, then like the butterfly floated away. But she will come again clothed in the bliss of heavens adornment and a sweet morning kiss.
This poem was written by Grandfather James Ayer Smith to Corrie after her death. Mamie Ethlyn Bott Smith's first baby (Taken From Mamie Ethlyn Bott Smith Bowcutt's Journal)
To All Parents
"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of mine," he said,
"For you to Love, the while she lives,
And mourn for when she's dead,
It may be six or seven years,
Or Twenty two or three,
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for me?"
"she'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories
As Solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for the teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I've selected you.
Now will you give her all your Love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take her back again?
I fancied that I heard you say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the Joy thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
We'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call her,
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand."
Written By James Ayers Smith her Grand-Father. He wrote stories and articles for the Wahoo Wasp, in Wahoo Nebraska.
Just as a butterfly floating in air tasting the sweets of flowers everywhere, then flitting away like flashes of light and hiding herself through the hours of night. Returning again ladened with bliss and giving each flower a sweet morning kiss, so little Corrie came into our lives, like a sweet little angel dropped from above bringing us all a kiss for a day, then like the butterfly floated away. But she will come again clothed in the bliss of heavens adornment and a sweet morning kiss.
This poem was written by Grandfather James Ayer Smith to Corrie after her death. Mamie Ethlyn Bott Smith's first baby (Taken From Mamie Ethlyn Bott Smith Bowcutt's Journal)
To All Parents
"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of mine," he said,
"For you to Love, the while she lives,
And mourn for when she's dead,
It may be six or seven years,
Or Twenty two or three,
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for me?"
"she'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories
As Solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for the teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I've selected you.
Now will you give her all your Love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take her back again?
I fancied that I heard you say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the Joy thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
We'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call her,
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand."
Written By James Ayers Smith her Grand-Father. He wrote stories and articles for the Wahoo Wasp, in Wahoo Nebraska.
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