Bruderchen, I loved you best when I was little too. (Our hair was blonder then, our eyes were blue.) At nights I lay in bed and hummed my wordless hymns to you. (I prayed to God that I could be like you.) The pillow underneath my head was soft and white as you...
Mugge, Beth L.
"A Pretty Marchen,"
Sketch: Vol. 45
, Article 3.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol45/iss3/3