Tuesday, July 13, 2021

To Yahola, On His First Birthday

 

The sky has put her bluest garment on,
    And gently brushed the snowy clouds away;
The robin trills a sweeter melody,
    Because you are just one year old today.

The wind remembers, in his sweet refrains,
    Away, away up in the tossing trees,
That you came in the world a year ago,
    And earth is filled with pleasant harmonies,

            And all things seem to say,
            “Just one year old today.”

--Alexander Posey

[Our granddaughter Ella on her first birthday].




No comments:

Post a Comment

Forgive Me for Wanting to Soothe

  Sometimes a wound must stay a wound. —James Crews, “Wound”     Sometimes I remember a wound must stay a wound. Why then,  this impulse to ...