My Little Poet

E and A keep blogs of their own. I found this on A's:

"Oh, Tragic Morn,
When death comes and robs us.
Oh, Tragic Noon,
When sorrow envelops us.
Oh, Tragic Eve,
When the passings of the day seem but a dream
But the ever present memory remains;
And haunts us."

February 1st, 2005
Yummipuff's babies were born and died on this sorrow-filled day.
I wrote this Poem in honor of brave Constantine and Constantina,
Who put up a brave fight but perished in the end.

E told her sister once that she has a very poetic sense of being. I concur.