Little Blossom

Oh, dear, I'm so tired and so lonesome I wonder why mama don't come She told me to close my pretty blue eyes And when I awoke, she'll be home I guess I'll go out and find papa He must've stopped in at the store That great long room filled with bottles I wish he would go there no more Sometimes he's so sick when he comes home He staggers and falls on the stairs And once when he came in the parlor He kicked at my poor little chair But I love him, I guess I'll go find him I know he will gladly come home And then it won't be so lonesome Waiting for mama to come Oh, daddy, she cried when she reached him Her voice ringing out, sweet and clear I knew if I come, I would find you And now I am glad I am here For a moment, the red eyes gazed wildly Into that face sweet and fair And just as a demon possessed him He grabbed for the back of a chair In a moment, the whole thing was over The work of his deed was complete And poor little innocent blossom Lay quivering and crushed at his feet He clasped a bright arm to his bosom And fondled her sweet curly hair For a moment, the baby's lips trembled And then little blossom was dead