Lola

“You could have seen him, ma

 You could have seen him

 Lift his little arms, asking -

 For a clasp that we do,adore

 

 You could have seen him

 Straddling, with hurriedness

 With a full bloom kayak

 Beneath his impecunious nose

 

 You could have seen

 The mirth we spilled

 Whenever the giggling grows

(He has to ride his shoes.)

 

You could have seen him

Gliding up and down, the air

(Who’d ever wonder, we bear

The hostility, around that lair!)

 

You could have seen him

Rest his head just beside my neck-

Embracing the figure which he’ll be

In the near unstable future.

 

You could have seen him, Ma

You could have seen him!

the same sweet face, and curls

You took in your arms before

 

You could have seen him ma

You could have seen him.”