Kids Poems » Last Lines
To children far, and children near,
Who'll read the things I've written here:
From your young lives these things I took;
And many a mother I hear say,
" From out my darling's work and play
I might write just as true a book."
Now when you close these simple leaves,
And happy thoughts your fancy weaves,
Remember me, who sent you this;
And should we meet, or should we not,
I pray you all "forget me not,"
And each accept a loving kiss.