Lonesome

LONESOME FOR YOU, GARNITA

The line of buildings shut out the
last bright ray.
and night with all her thousand
voices reigns
The regal robes of darkness
Sparking gay
With silvery lace, and star-lit
velvet trains
Shines in the I. C. park
beneath the trees
and where the path keeps grass,
and flowers apart
The lonesome car noise mingle
with the breese
My empty arms reach out;
My aching heart-
Cries out for you this hard to understand
The same moon saling yonder
in the sky
That shines on me tonight in this
far land
looks down upon the bed in which you lie.

The whipporwill begins his
mournful song
My throbbing heart is in his
feathered throat.
A noisy mixture from a
fiddling throng
Sounds in the trees where locusts
blends their notes
The fire-fly lights the candles
of the night
and change the foggy meadow's
night to day.
My burning eyes are hungered
for the sight
Of home and you: and you so
far away
and when this lonely pulsing
night is done,
and darkness to the morning light
gives place.
Tis good to know that this same
rising sun
Steals thru your window, kisses
your fair face.

III

The bonds of law may hold us
apart a while
and i will suffer many lonesome
nights
But law can't drown the love of
father for a child
and oh! How true that might does not
make right
So i will be content to drink
The bitter dregs
And live in hope for a brighter
happier day
For i will not always have
to beg
For God in "tender mercy" will bring
us thru His way.

Dedicated to my loving and affectionate daughter
Garnita Beasley

By one that loves her dearly
her father.
H. L. Beasley
written July 30, 1927

(Note: This poem indicates Harry Lee's love for his daughter, Garnita Rose Beasley, who was adopted and reared by her mother's family, the Millers, after her mother's death. She was raised in Delta and attended the grade school there. She thought her name was Miller.)

Used with permission from Frank Beasley

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