A Little Pink Shoe

Ouly a little pink baby shoe That is statned and wriuklcd and torn With a tiny hole where tlie little pink toe Peeped out in the days that are gone. The little pink toe was the "big little pig" That to market so often would go, And over and over the lesend was told As I kissed the little pink toe. 'Piggie some more," the red lips would lisp, And the story and kiss were given Again and again , so happy were we In motherhood's foretaste of heaven. Butthere cameanlght, with desolate blight. When death bore my idol away. And no little toe ever peeps from the shoe To be kissed in the old sweet way. But my tears havedeluged the little pink shoe And stained it a deeper stain, And I long for the touch that wpuld chil me in death If it gave me my darling again. So, when I am dead, lay the little pink shoe Near my heart that is silent and cold. And perhaps up above in the sunlight of love, I shall kiss the pink toe as of old,