To Anson

To Anson

 

An infant was born in New Jersey .

On a sunny day of May.

Oh! pleasant, pleasant are the days.

Anson, Anson, an adorable baby.

 

A little longer stay in my sight.

“My dear, why are you crying?”

“It’s time for you to be feeding.”

My heart was filled with delight.

 

Thy elder brother I would be,

I share my toys with you today.

You are so dear to me

and my love for you will never fade.

Miss you so much, my baby!

Oh!  pleasant, pleasant are the days.

 

                                         By Birdie (May, 2007)