To My Daughter Elizabeth by Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow | One Poem Only

One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now.To My Daughter ElizabethMary Ann H. T. BigelowTwo flowers upon one parent stemTogether bloomed for many days.At length a storm arose, and oneWas blighted, and cut down at noon.The other hath transplanted been,And flowers fair as herself hath borne;She too has felt the withering storm,Her strength's decayed, wasted her form.May he who hears the mourner's prayer,Renew her strength for years to come;Long may He our Lilly spare,Long delay to call her home.But when the summons shall arriveTo bear this lovely flower away,Again may she transplanted beTo blossom in eternity.There may these sisters meet again,Both freed from sorrow, sin, and pain;There with united voices raise,In sweet accord their hymns of praise;Eternally his name t' adore,Who died, yet lives forevermore.Support + Stay Connected to OPOIf you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook.Poetry shows us what we need. Thank you for being part of the experience.