A mother's valentine
for a baby book--
for a man somewhere. . .
Who will come some day . . .
My Son-in-Law
Somewhere, a little boy plays now,
My daughter's husband. As things go
By averages, I'm thinking how
They'll meet in twenty years; from what I know
Myself, of life and love. Grow strong,
My little unknown son, be not too free
With life-- she is all gold and song,
This little girl, so dear to me.
Watching her with her dolls today,
A mother in the bud-- it does not seem
Too foolish of me, son, that when I say
My prayer for her, I send some little boy a dream.
-Ruth Schenley
Happy Valentine's Day!


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