To MollyWarrenHenryCarrie, who are playing at the beach and are very much missed. . .
ghosts
of small voices
inhabit my halls
they beckon
playmates
to scurry
pillar to post
above my head
outlines of elves
scamper up stairs
breathless
noiseless
does no one hear
but me?
posted by Granny at 8/25/2005 01:26:00 PM
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4 Comments:
Oh, that was beautiful! Thank you for blessing my day!
~ Kisa
Oh Cathi... that's a good one. Makes me wanna write a poem, so you know you did it well if I'm inspired. :) I really like this part
outlines of elves
scamper up stairs
breathless
noiseless
I keep expecting Henry to come up to me to help him get something thats just a little too high for him to reach. Like glass objects, or knives, or...But we do miss them
So sweet! The elves are having fun...
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