Didnt want any of you to miss the poem our talented Amy wrote for Mollys birthday. This girls got it going on. Im glad you were born That fire blue morn That angels invented the bluff (Our Greenie plus Maud constructed the Broad whose mettle constructed your stuff). An arrow, a wren A violin chin And straight as a sidewalkin line. A pincher, a puncher Unanimal muncher A grow-uppy cousin o mine. Next: Nanny and friend Curled up at the end With babies I made in your arms Stage swept away Adventure and stray Sleep walks in cork-screw-ed charms. Now big blinded, grown Greenwooded seed sewn Silk satellites at your command You pocket, you ante No-thank-you-Mom panty Fresh timeline rewritten in sand. The mess of a queen The quiet unseen The plans of a girl on a moon Im just to hold tight Remind its all right All cousin-friends grow up too soon. - Amy Walker DeDual
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 13:45:46 +0000