Valentines Day and Mother's Day Poems

A couple of things that I skipped over in my last post were Valentines Day and Mother's Day. Of my 14 grandchildren, 7 of them are girls. Their ages range from 5 to 21. This year I enclosed one of Edgar's precious poems in each of their Valentines Day cards. This one is called "Little Girls are Best". Some of his best poems are about boys and girls. It's clear that he has a special place in his heart for children.

Here is "Little Girls are Best":

Little Girls Are Best Edgar A. Guest

Little girls are mighty nice,
Take ‘em any way they come;
They are always worth their price;
Life without ‘em would be glum;
Run earth’s lists of treasures through,
Pile ‘em high until they fall,
Gold an’ costly jewels , too –
Little girls are best of all.

Nothing equals ‘em on earth!
I’m an old man an’ I know
Any little girl is worth
More than all the gold below;
Eyes ‘o blue or brown or gray,
Raven hair or golden curls,
There’s no joy on earth today
Quite so fine as little girls.

Pudgy nose or freckled face,
Fairy-like or plain to see,
God has surely bless the place
Where a little girl may be;
They’re the jewels of His crown
Dropped to earth from heaven above,
Like wee angle souls sent down
To remind us of His love.

God has made some lovely things –
Roses red an’ skies o’ blue,
Trees an’ babbling silver springs,
Gardens glistening with dew –
But take every gift to man,
Big an’ little, great an’ small,
Judge it on its merits, an’
Little girls are best of all.

The intent of my blog is to share my favorites of Edgar's works. Although I will tell you what I can about the man, my intent is to concentrate on his work, his philosophy, his values, and the way he is able to touch your heart. There is a lot of good biographical material out there, and I will share it as I read it.

On Mother's Day, I e-mailed all 6 of my daughter/daughter-in-laws, enclosing a humorous, but insightful poem that mothers would enjoy. Even if you are not a mother, but a father or child, you can relate to Edgar's poem - "Where's Mamma?"


Where's Mamma? Edgar A Guest

Comes in flying from the street:
“Where’s Mamma?”
Friend or stranger thus he’ll greet:
“Where’s Mamma?”
Doesn’t want to say hello,
Home from school or play he’ll go
Straight to what he wants to know:
“Where’s Mamma?”

Many times a day he’ll shout,
“Where’s Mamma?”
Seems afraid that she’s gone out;
“Where’s Mamma?”
Is his first thought at the door –
She’s the one he’s looking for,
And he questions o’er and o’er,
“Where’s Mamma?”

Can’t be happy till he knows:
“Where’s Mamma?”
So he begs us to disclose
“Where’s Mamma?”
And it often seems to me,
As I hear his anxious plea,
That no sweeter phrase can be:
“Where’s Mamma?”

Like to hear it day by day;
“Where’s Mamma?”
Loveliest phrase that lips can say:
”Where’s Mamma?”
And I pray as time will flow,
And the long years come and go,
That he’ll always want to know
“Where’s Mamma?”

This should catch me up on some of the personal ways I've shared some of Edgar's best. I will continue to post poems that are special to me, even if I don't have an occasion in which to celebrate. I hope you will just copy any of these poems that you want to keep or to share.

Time will not allow me to read all of his poetry and I will no doubt miss some gems. But there are lots of the thousands to keep me busy and will, I'm sure, offer many precious posts.

Note: You are reading this because, after posting four times, I am finally directing people to the "Edgar and I" blog. Those of you who like poetry, I hope will keep coming back. To those of you that feel you don't like poetry, just let me say that Edgar offers more that just poetry. At least your intelectual curiosity got you this far. Come on back now, Ya hear!