this was written by my father, Amos Lockhart about my mother Daisy. He wrote this about 1996 when she was 80 and he was 88. They were married 69 years. She died in 1999 and he died in 2002. From the time they had the first of their 9 children they referre
Oh well, I mean my wife.
I ought to know all about her.
I've had her most of my life
For real, her name is Daisy B.
And Belcher at the start
Until I went and married her
and changed it to Lockhart.
All know the beauty of a Daisy
And other flowers that be.
You may put them all together
but they are never as pretty as she.
I met her by a brook one day
The first of her to see.
From that time to this very day
That Daisy, she has belonged to me.
by Amos H. Lockhart
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Mama
I'd like to say something about MamaOh well, I mean my wife.
I ought to know all about her.
I've had her most of my life
For real, her name is Daisy B.
And Belcher at the start
Until I went and married her
and changed it to Lockhart.
All know the beauty of a Daisy
And other flowers that be.
You may put them all together
but they are never as pretty as she.
I met her by a brook one day
The first of her to see.
From that time to this very day
That Daisy, she has belonged to me.
by Amos H. Lockhart
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 17:57
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