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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never knew Jim, did you? Our boy Jim?<br>Bless you, there was the likely lad;<br>Supple and straight and long of limb,<br>Clean as a whistle, and just as glad.<br>Always laughing, wasn't he, dad?<br>Joy, pure joy to the heart of him,<br>And, oh, but the soothering ways he had,<br>   Jim, our Jim!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I see him best as a tiny tot,<br>A bonny babe, though it's me that speaks;<br>Laughing there in his little cot,<br>With his sunny hair and his apple cheeks.<br>And my! but the blue, blue eyes he'd got,<br>And just where his wee mouth dimpled dim<br>Such a fairy mark like a beauty spot --<br>   That was Jim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the war, the war! How my eyes were wet!<br>But he says: &quot;Don't be sorrowing, mother dear;<br>You never knew me to fail you yet,<br>And I'll be back in a year, a year.&quot;<br>'Twas at Mons he fell, in the first attack;<br>For so they said, and their eyes were dim;<br>But I laughed in their faces: &quot;He'll come back,<br>   Will my Jim.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, we'd been wedded for twenty year,<br>And Jim was the only one we'd had;<br>So when I whispered in father's ear,<br>He wouldn't believe me -- would you, dad?<br>There! I must hurry . . . hear him cry?<br>My new little baby. . . . See! that's him.<br>What are we going to call him? Why,<br>   Jim, just Jim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jim! For look at him laughing there<br>In the same old way in his tiny cot,<br>With his rosy cheeks and his sunny hair,<br>And look, just look . . . his beauty spot<br>In the selfsame place. . . . Oh, I can't explain,<br>And of course you think it's a mother's whim,<br>But I know, I know it's my boy again,<br>   Same wee Jim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just come back as he said he would;<br>Come with his love and his heart of glee.<br>Oh, I cried and I cried, but the Lord was good;<br>From the shadow of Death he set Jim free.<br>So I'll have him all over again, you see.<br>Can you wonder my mother-heart's a-brim?<br>Oh, how happy we're going to be!<br>   Aren't we, Jim?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Bless you, there was the likely lad;
Supple and straight and long of limb,
Clean as a whistle, and just as glad.
Always laughing, wasn't he, dad?
Joy, pure joy to the heart of him,
And, oh, but the soothering ..."></div>
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