Beth

O yes...she was,
A lovely girl.
Born to me,
Without a curl.

She had sweet charm,
And a special grace.
And a smile stood always,
On her face.

I petted her,
And gave her love.
So near was she,
To heaven above.

She never gave me,
Hurt or pain.
And in her acts,
There was no strain.

She was to me,
The grandest daughter.
And I had no need,
To ever swat-her.

E.P. 1908 - 1989