Playhouse Tree

To-day...I saw my playhouse tree,
With childhood memories sown.
But now my thoughts have traveled on,
I am a woman...grown.

I saw once more those distant years,
When busy fingers played.
And from the bits of broken glass,
A grand array was laid.

For dolly and her favored lot,
That added to her charms.
When with a pewtered spoon I fed,
And held her in my arms.

I heard again those tinkling bells,
That hung upon the limb.
How I...among those leafy boughs,
Tucked some paper trim.

O Yes...I watched it all come back,
That slice of bread and jam.
And I knew the building-blocks of youth,
Had made me...as I am.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Katalina Coco Baird's playhouse. Ethel's great, great, granddaughter.