Still I bring flowers
Although you fling them at my feet
Until none stays
That is not struck across with wounds:
Flowers and flowers
That you may break them utterly
As you have always done.
Sure happily
I still bring flowers, flowers,
Knowing how all
Are crumpled in your praise
And may not live
To speak a lesser thing.
William Carlos Williams
2 comments:
This peom reminds me of jack...
My little boy, with sunny smile, I wish you'd stay a long, long while; For hand and hand I like to roam with you to bring the cattle home, Where tadpoles play and red birds sing and whistle willows grow in the Spring. Let's build more castles in the sand before you go to grown up land. I'll miss you in the days to be- Not running down the lane to me to help God finish twilight's charm by riding on Daddy's arm. And I'll be lonesome after while when there will be no baby's smile or good night kiss, or little hand when you are gone to Grown Up Land. Charles Wallis
Mom
That is so beautiful! That is exactly how I feel... I wish I could just keep him my baby for ever...
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