Marguerite Anne Stewart

Marguerite Anne Stewart
May 9, 2007- July 6, 2008


At evening when we go to bed
We see the stars shine over head.
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadows of the night.

And often while we're dreaming so,
Across the sky the moon will go.
She is a lady sweet and fair
Who comes to gather daises there.

But in the morn when we arise,
There's not a star left in the skies.
Maggie's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of our town.