| Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914. | | | | Little Memories | | By Nora May French |
| | | MY thoughts of you … although I strain and sigh | |
| At stubborn roots, at boughs that tear my face, | |
| No plants in all my garden grow so high, | |
| Nor fill with sturdier life a wider place. | |
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| It pleases me, and wakes an old delight, | 5 |
| To go with wordy shears in idle times | |
| And trim them as a patient gardener might, | |
| Clipping the thorny boughs to curves and rhymes. | |
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| If these were all, opposing strength with strength | |
| To make my hurt an easier thing to bear; | 10 |
| If these alone usurped my garden’s length, | |
| It would not be so hard—I should not care. | |
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| But close against the ground, oh, small and weak! | |
| The trodden flowers, the little memories, grow. | |
| Uprooting fingers press them to my cheek…. | 15 |
| Dear heart, I love you, and I miss you so. | | | | |
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