These two poems make me want to cry, but for totally different reasons:
Poem #1
'Twas the night before Yesterday, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.
He was nibbling on pears and tomatoes and grapes
And dancing in the attic with wild scratches and scrapes
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While ear-aches and colds danced in their heads.
And dad in his PJ's, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long springtime nap.
When out of the closet there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the closet I flew like a flash,
Threw open the door to witness the crash
When what to my sleepy eyes should appear
but a large pile of clothing and dresses so dear-
-Under a vast pile of rubble, wrinkled down on the floor
So I sighed a large sigh, and with speed shut the door
Years ago, When I was in high school English class, we memorized poems to recite in front of the class. I memorized them so well at the time that I still remember three of them very well. (Shakespeare's Tomorrow and Tomorrow and To Be or Not to Be, and A Young Birch, by Robert Frost) . . . all with rather morbid endings, come to think of it.
I do like the first few lines of A Young Birch-
The birch begins to crack its outer sheath of baby green and show the white beneath
-as whosoever likes the young and slight may well have noticed.
Soon, entirely day to cut in half the dark, it will stand forth, entirely white in bark.
Yes, this poem makes me want to cry . . . I know my oldest isn't starting Kindergarten for four more months (you'll probably see a few more posts on this topic), but we had our classroom visit this week, and they already passed out a sheet showing where all of the graduating seniors in the school district are attending college. I feel like he has grown up way too fast.
