by John Updike
This year, the boys have started poetry memorization. Sam's first is below (the bow at the end is all his own doing)~
The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.
The ground is hard,
As hard as stone.
The year is old,
The birds are flown.
And yet the world,
In its distress,
Displays a certain
Loveliness-
"And, Mrs. Miller, who, like every wife and mother, could do at least three different things at the same time, went back to reading her book and sewing buttons on a shirt." - Danny Dunn and the Homework Machine (1958)
1 comment:
Gabi,
Your Grandmother just smiled in Heaven.
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