Somebody’s Darling

Just a little mound in the garden

Just a mound of shrinking clay

But under the ferns and roses

Somebody’s Treasure lay.

The single words on the headstone

Rudely carved and worn through years

Just the words “Somebody’s Treasure”

Told of heartaches and of tears.

Oh the baby voice is yet silent

The baby fingers are still

There’s an ache in the hearts of the loved ones,

That no happiness can fill.

Naught is left but the beautiful memory

Of the darling beneath the sod

But this promise in balm to the loved ones
He has gone home to be with God.

Many years has that mound been covered
With the vines and the lilies fair

Many tears have been shed on its bosom

And many a mothers’ prayer.

Yet the ringlets of gold are still hidden

Still vacant the little chair

And the grasses and lilies are striving

To hid the scar of a woe hidden there.

Written by Ida May Schaffer

Winter 1921

Age of 16