Our Kandylee

by Amelia Stoecklin Newell

1885-1966

We waited long for the little song,

The cry of the baby -- sweet;

But when it came, There was the name

None fit, like Kandylee.

She lay like a beautiful big doll

In her wee little trundle bed,

The hood that covered like a ball

Kept drafts from floating o'er the stead.

Her eyes so bright as candle lights,

Beamed with confidence rare,

Upon her head, the soft bronze look

Of the coming of curley hair.

Expressions like angels on her face,

Drew all who passed her way.

All could see God's loving Grace

Each hour of each day.

So -- Kandylee sends forth a cheer,

That brightens her family, -- four.

None can say She is not a dear

As her love on them she pours.

So sweet a child you never see,

Down the long ages that passed,

With open arms we'll hold her fast,

As there is none like our Kandylee.

I found this in the trunk in the basement of my Mother in law's house.  The trunk belonged to Amellia.  I hope in the future to get other unpublished poems of hers to put on this site.

With her poetry, and working with the poor of her time, she truely was a great  woman.  I dearly wish I could have known her.