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TO SOMEONE WHO IS THINKING OF DIVORCE
Do you know what goes on In the heart of a child of divorce?
One who loves both mother and dad;
No matter what age —
He will always long
For the home that he might have had.
In his childish mind There is never a doubt
But that mother is a queen and daddy a kin
Don’t you realize
It upsets his whole universe,
When they start their bickering?
He is dreadfully lonely;
In his confused little soul There lurks this terrible doubt :
“Am I in the way?
I wonder if I am
What they are always quarreling about?”
Oh, you men and women Who have such a child —
Won’t you change the path you’re pursuing
Take a look into
The heart of your boy or girl
And see (he harm you are doing.
Don’t you know that
Your child is the most precious gift,
The God above ever gave you?
How could you plan to Destroy all his dreams To forfeit his faith in you, too?
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Won’t you forget
That you ever planned
To be other than husband and wife?
And find real happiness In planning together To better your little child’s life.
Mrs. James Burgess, Ballston Center, N. Y.
TO AN ADOPTED CHILD
Dear, do not wreep. By every act of mine
I am your mother . . . by my sleepless nights
By every step in the long day’s design
That I have taken; by the sweet delights
Of your blessed companionship; by the clear gaze
By all my care in your beginning days;
Your warm, soft body held against my breast Warmed me and dried my disappointed tears.
You made a real home of our lonely nest.
Now we look forward to the fruitful years With you beside us bearing in your hands The love that every mother heart demands I am your mother, though you may not be Flesh of my flesh. Our love goes deeper still.
You are my heart’s adopted part of me.
I am your mother by the power of will.
Because I did not want to walk alone . . .
From the whole world, I chose you for my own.
— Anne Campbell in “Detroit News"
A friend is one who knows all about you and loves you just the same.
Middle age is that time in a man’s life when he'd rath¬ er not have a good time than have to get over it.
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