This was written by my father, Amos Lockhart about the nine children he and my mother had. He was about 88 years old when he wrote it.
to enjoy them many a time
Some folks think we have too many
But all we have are nine.
We had the first. We had the next
And added from time to time,
Each was its own and had its place,
From the first till we had nine
We looked at each as they came along,
And redid it many a time
Each was a blessing, we counted it such
Right on till we had nine
Mama felt they all were hers
But at least half was mine
So we allowed each other half and half
But heck, we each had nine
Times were hard and jobs were scarce
Till I went to work in a mine
To care for the four that we had then
But we never thought about nine.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 18:06
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We Had Nine
We've looked at our childrento enjoy them many a time
Some folks think we have too many
But all we have are nine.
We had the first. We had the next
And added from time to time,
Each was its own and had its place,
From the first till we had nine
We looked at each as they came along,
And redid it many a time
Each was a blessing, we counted it such
Right on till we had nine
Mama felt they all were hers
But at least half was mine
So we allowed each other half and half
But heck, we each had nine
Times were hard and jobs were scarce
Till I went to work in a mine
To care for the four that we had then
But we never thought about nine.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 18:06
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