by Lucy M. Young
I saw her only once for just a little while, But in that time I found a living dream - The little girl I'll never have. She has the same blue eyes and golden hair, The little flower face, The winning smile, and tender, loving manner I've seen in dreams so many times. In her baby hands she holds my heart. I long to hold her close. She's yours, but would you mind too much If, in my heart, I called her mine?
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 