Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914.
By Nora May FrenchLittle Memories
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At stubborn roots, at boughs that tear my face,
No plants in all my garden grow so high,
Nor fill with sturdier life a wider place.
To go with wordy shears in idle times
And trim them as a patient gardener might,
Clipping the thorny boughs to curves and rhymes.
To make my hurt an easier thing to bear;
If these alone usurped my garden’s length,
It would not be so hard—I should not care.
The trodden flowers, the little memories, grow.
Uprooting fingers press them to my cheek….
Dear heart, I love you, and I miss you so.