I ask of earth no more than this
A little of her wealth
Some place of of blessed peacefulness
A plenitude of health
And then (but this is more of heaven)
that someone's love to me be given.
Some other things I'd wish but these
Are quite a common need
A quiet retreat wherein, at ease,
To site + muse + read.
And then, ah, yes I'd wish to share
My joy with someone sitting there
A few good friends to meet at times
And talk of olden days
With joke + jingling of rhymes
And such like pleasantries
And then, ah, yes I'd like to see.
The smile of someone close to me.
To music still I would aspire
And give allegiance strong
And pledge unquenchable desire
In memorable song.
If in my praise I might combine
Some voice in harmony, with mine.
I know that, in my humble way.
The things the world holds good.
The garish lust of luxury.
Were foreign to my mood.
Sufficient if I'd but possess
The luxury of one caress
And should.
Written by my mother in the mid 1940's shared by the sisters' studio.
A little of her wealth
Some place of of blessed peacefulness
A plenitude of health
And then (but this is more of heaven)
that someone's love to me be given.
Some other things I'd wish but these
Are quite a common need
A quiet retreat wherein, at ease,
To site + muse + read.
And then, ah, yes I'd wish to share
My joy with someone sitting there
A few good friends to meet at times
And talk of olden days
With joke + jingling of rhymes
And such like pleasantries
And then, ah, yes I'd like to see.
The smile of someone close to me.
To music still I would aspire
And give allegiance strong
And pledge unquenchable desire
In memorable song.
If in my praise I might combine
Some voice in harmony, with mine.
I know that, in my humble way.
The things the world holds good.
The garish lust of luxury.
Were foreign to my mood.
Sufficient if I'd but possess
The luxury of one caress
And should.
Written by my mother in the mid 1940's shared by the sisters' studio.
