February 05, 2005

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.

Posted by Rae at February 5, 2005 05:53 PM
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Get these "poetic sense" views grouped together! You may both (Mother and Child "union") have a prize filled piece of life to share here :) Especially when the royalties hit ;-D

Posted by: chrys at February 7, 2005 03:49 PM

Oh, Rae, I laughed until I cried. Totally sympathetic tears, too, I assure you. . .between giggles. She's got a great feel for language and pathos. Ah, angst!

Posted by: Cindy at February 7, 2005 08:32 PM
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