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By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 25, 2012


By Eva Willes Wangsgard

Long years ago, when I was ill
And tossed about in pain,
When ev’ry effort toward relief
Seemed to be made in vain,

So often I would hear a step
As soft as angel’s tread;
Pain-shadowed eyes could dimly see
A figure by my bed.

My father’s voice would say to me –
What comfort in a word –
Why can’t you sleep, my little one?
Was it not you I heard?”

Then I would feel his work-rough hands
Laid on my fevered brow,
And hear his soothing voice assure,
“There, you’ll feel better now.”

Still after all these years it seems
A miracle to me
That pain would vanish at a touch
And sleep come instantly.



1 Comment »

  1. I really enjoyed this one. Sweet, but not sentimental, sappy. Thanks for sharing!

    Comment by David Y. — October 26, 2012 @ 10:31 am

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