TO MY LITTLE SON.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 12, Issue 293, 11 October 1922, Page 10

TO MY LITTLE SON.

I cannot lose the thought of you, It haunts mc like a little song, It blends with all I see or do The whole day long. The train, the lights, the engine's throb, And that one stinging memory; Your brave smile broken with a, sob, Your face pressed close to mc, Lips trembling far too much to speak; The arms that would not come undone ; The kiss so ealty on your cheek; The long, long trip begun. I could not miss you more it seemed, But now I don't know what to say; It's harder than I ever dreamed WIE you so far away. .' 7 Fwym "Burs Shadows," a book of pTi£«n ptffsmi, by Ralph Chaplin, >ttn artist, writer, and member of the f/vV'.W., who was convicted under the jfisploAftfre Act, aM Is now serving a in the Fed-