I'm not sentimental, Heaven knows. And yet . . . today I found, among some books, A little scrap of paper, with your name, In dear, familiar, handwriting. And so I pressed it to my lips, and held it there And found myself repeating a small prayer "God . . . bless him . . . help him. . . keep him as he goes Through this short life!" Perhaps you think it looks Foolish of me, to cherish just a name, To kiss the paper, and repeat a prayer. It wasn't just a paper . . . nor a name . . . You see . . . I know @3your@1 dear hand wrote it there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON A BETTER RESURRECTION by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 73 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CHARLES LAMB by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY TO CHILDREN: 4. THE FAIRY REALM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |