In Memory
My dear old Dady, Who has gone Above,
I can-not remember of his love.
But they tell me he loved me, Yet I was small,
I can't see why? God taken him at'all.
Why didn't God let us keep him awhile?
I can'not remember of his dear smiles,
But when I am told of he and his truth,
I can't hold back the tears, for I have often tried to.
Oh! God, Why didn't you take me instead of him?
I am sure much happier the family would have been.
For I was little, weezly, and small,
And I am sure few would have missed me, if any at-all.
Geneva E. Ryals
©1934
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