From The Lady That Owned The Cow

I recieved from my mother, two of her souvenirs,
Both are dear to behold;
One is this sweet, little glass basket,
The other is the story she told.

She said when she was a little girl,
Back in Carbonear, Newfoundland;
She had an adventure, with her dad,
On a trip that he had planned.

He had to go, by horse and cart,
All the way to Heart's Content;
To buy for his family of seven kids,
A milk cow was his intent.

As the journey was long, they would stay overnight,
With the lady that owned the cow;
There came a look on Mom's face, of remembered delight,
A look I can still see now.

She said in the morning , they hitched the cow to the cart,
Before back on their journey they went;
The lady said good-bye,and with this basket she gave,
Two souvenirs of Heart's Content.

Mom treasured this basket all of her life,
And the story, that always made her glad;
But it wasn't the basket or the trip I know,
It was the special time with her dad.

By Bernice Patterson