To Mother Millie
Passing stranger, read these lines
And know somewhere the tomb entwines
A mother's care, who showed her love
To be her own desires above
And sacrificed her breaking heart -
Thus, from her children lived apart.
Nor told yet once of her despair
And shed her tears with quiet air;
A wife-long's grief she carried home
To rest once more amongst her own.
...and in memory of her Little Christine