Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Motherless

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771448Poems, Volume I — MotherlessFlorence Earle Coates


HE was so small, so very small,
That since she ceased to care,
'T was easy just to pass him by,
Forgetting he was there;
But though too slight a thing he seemed
Of interest to be,—
One heart had loved him with a love
As boundless as the sea.

He was so poor, so very poor,
That now, since she had died,
He seemed a tiny threadbare coat
With nothing much inside;
But, ah! a treasure he concealed,
And asked of none relief:
His shabby little bosom hid
A mighty, grown-up grief.