Sunday Poem ~ Two Little Pairs of Boots

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Two little pairs of boots, tonight,
Before the fire are drying;
Two little pairs of tired feet
In a trundle bed are lying;
The tracks they left upon the floor
Make me feel like sighing.

Those little boots with copper toes!
They run the livelong day;
And oftentimes I almost wish
They were miles away;
So tired am I to hear so oft
Their heavy tramp at play.

They walk about the new ploughed ground
Where mud in plenty lies;
They roll it up in marbles round,
They make it into pies,
And then, at night upon the floor,
In every shape it dries!

Today I was disposed to scold,
But when I look tonight
At those little boots before the fire,
With copper toes so bright,
I think how sad my heart would be
To put them out of sight.

For in a trunk upstairs I’ve laid
Two socks of white and blue;
If called to put those boots away,
Dear God, what should I do?
I mourn that there are not tonight
Three pairs instead of two.

I mourn because I thought how nice
My neighbor ‘cross the way,
Could keep her carpets all the year
From getting worn or gray;
Yet well I know she’d smile to own
Some little boots today.

We mothers weary get, and worn,
Over our load of care;
But how we speak to these little ones
Let each of us beware;
For what would our fireside be tonight,
If no little boots were there?

by Mrs. Susan Teall Perry

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