A Poem Found in the Box

To My Dear Friends

I've been thinking, and thinking,
How nice it would be
To get a long letter from you,
Telling me all about yourselves,
And what you are planning to do.

At times, when I'm all alone,
I look over across the way,
And think what good times we've had
Just visiting or at play.

I sit here, and wonder, and wonder
If back, you will ever come.
I can't see why you ever left us
It has just spoiled all our fun.

I know it is rather selfish
To feel the way we do.
There are others, that haave better claims,
That love, and want you too.

Ma Adams
Aug. 5 1934