Morning-Glories by Aline Kilmer

Morning-Glories
by Aline Kilmer

When I was small I used to play
In an old garden bright with flowers.
I often used to run away
From home, and play in there for hours.

There were two ladies who lived there,
Dressed all in black with creamy laces.
They had soft snowy puffs of hair
And wrinkled, pleasant, dim old faces.

They had such kind and pretty ways!
They used to tell me lovely stories,
And let me on warm sunny days
Blow bubbles with great morning-glories.

I wonder if they know how much
I think of them now I am older.
I often seem to feel the touch
Of soft old hands upon my shoulder.