Found an old poetry book called Under the Window by Kate Greenaway. Inside it said, “From the Library of Carol Stuart” my mother. On page 13 there was a grocery receipt from May 24, 1978. Vit D Milk-P $1.63, 10 oranges $1.00. In 1978 I was only 17 years.
This is the poem that the receipt marked:
Under the Window is my garden,
Where sweet, sweet flowers grow:
And in the pear-tree dwells a robin,
The dearest bird I know.
Tho’ I peep out betimes in the morning
Still the flowers are up the first;
Then I try to talk to the robin,
And perhaps he’d chat- if he durst
