Inevitably most of the poems which Auntie Babs wrote during the First World War were about death and the woes of war.  This little poem was written in 1913, the year before war was declared and is entitled Friendship. I particularly like its simplicity. I don’t know whether it was about a friend who she no longer had any contact wih nor do I know whether it was written about a man or a woman. I find it rather a sad poem and wish I knew what had happened in the friendship to prompt her to write these words.       

FRIENDSHIP

And shall I never see you more my friend
Or ever hold again your hand in mine
And shall I never hear your voice again
Or in your dear eyes see a welcome shine

Though time and space divide us now my friend
And doubting thoughts have come ‘twix you and me
Though you no more may call me your dear friend
Yet still my dearest friend you’ll ever be.

Beatrice Helen Poole.