UNCLE WILLIAM, last July, Had his picture took. "Have it done, of course," says I, "Jes' the way you look!" (All dressed up, he was, fer the Barbecue and jubilee The old settlers helt.) So he -- Last he had it took. Lide she'd coaxed and begged and pled, Sence her mother went; But he'd cough and shake his head At all argyment; Mebby clear his th'oat and say, "What's @3my@1 likeness 'mount to, hey, Now with @3Mother@1 gone away From us, like she went?" But we projicked round, tel we Got it figgered down How we'd git him, Lide and me, Drivin' into town; Bragged how well he looked and fleshed Up around the face, and freshed With the morning air; and breshed His coat-collar down. All so providential! W'y, Now he's dead and gone, Picture 'pears so lifelike I Want to start him on Them old tales he ust to tell, And old talks so sociable, And old songs he sung so well -- 'Fore his voice was gone! Face is sad to @3Lide,@1 and they's Sorrow in the eyes -- Kisses it sometimes, and lays It away and cries. I smooth down her hair, and 'low He is happy, anyhow, Bein' there with Mother now, -- Smile, and wipe my eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD; DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY AT LAST by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PARRHASIUS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |