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January 10, 2007
why did you go...
A friend of my father's lost his son when he was just a baby. This E. E. Cummings poem was read at the funeral. (NB: As for the capital Es and C, that is NY Times style, right there.) It's always meant a lot to me, and showed up in my mailbox unexpectedly today. Thanks, Da. I'm thinking of you too.
why did you go...
why did you go
little fourpaws?
you forgot to shut
your big eyes.
where did you go?
like little kittens
are all the leaves
which open in the rain.
little kittens who
are called spring,
is what we stroke
maybe asleep?
do you know?or maybe did
something go away
ever so quietly
when we weren't looking.
Posted by Bree at January 10, 2007 10:07 PM