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This poem was written to Thomas R. Canova from Mary,
his wife, while in Salt Lake City, Utah on August 10, 1931. The poem was found in rough draft form. The flow of the poem and/or word placement and punctuation need improvement. I corrected obvious errors, but left the rest alone. ---- David M. Canova (Editor-1st Edition) |
In the lives of your wife and children,
There's sorrows that never would have been,
Had you but asked of our Maker
To keep your feet from sin.
The downward path you have trodden,
Is vulgar and common and low.
Believe it or not, my darling,
You too someday will know
That you cannot go on living
The way you are living now,
Without sometime in the future
Having shame stamped on your brow.
Have courage, dear one, and start over.
Go to Our Father in prayer.
Ask for a share of his blessings,
That you may have strength to bear,
The burdens that're placed on your shoulders
That you may become strong in the faith
Put all your past in the background,
And then set a different pace.
Live as your mother has taught you
Since you were a lad at her knee.
Live for the good of your dear little sons,
And just a wee bit for me.
Don't live as you have,
Just the days as they come,
But plan for a future too,
And have, my dear, an aim in life
With a higher goal in view.
That when we have finished our mission below
And our earthly duties are done
We may meet our loved ones...