A NEW YEAR'S WISH FOR ROSE

Reading your letter, Sister of mine,

Has given me food for thought,

And today I pen a line to you

In a style I’d ‘most forgot.

If error you find in grammar or rhyme,

For this I make no excuse

For the gifts of a kind I had in my time

To me were of little use.

Sister of mine ‘tis forty years

Since that September morn

When to this world of grief and tears

‘Twas willed I should be born.

As child and boy, Perhaps of joy

I have had my rightful share

But sorrow and tears in after years

I’ve found them everywhere.

May you be happy, Sister of mine,

Is my New Years wish to you

Happiness comes to most by times

And lingers with but few.

So now Goodbye, may he on high

Who all our prayers doth hear

Give Peace and Joy, to you and mine,

And me – this coming year.

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                    - Felix Kearney 1928

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