Just for fun, here is one for Little Cherub ...
I am from my mother's milk, from sleepy eyelids and soft, downy hair.
I am from the brick town house snuggled between its neighbours, summer cool and winter warm.
I am from the daisy, the buttercup, the forget-me-not.
I am from Sabbath prayers and stubborn argument, from English and Yiddish, from Smith and Holmes, from Cohen and Lewinsky.
I am from musicians and dancers, from practical common sense and inventive eccentricity.
From precious pet names and whispered endearments.
I am from Catholic and Jew, from Catechism Class and Cheder, from Christmas and Hannukah, from Easter and Passover, from Old Testament and New.
I am from the Home Counties and the Jewish East End, from Sunday roasts and smoked salmon bagels.
From refugees from Hitler's wrath and a little boy spinning dreidls for monkey nuts; from farm labourers building their own Methodist chapel and a little girl lighting candles at England's Nazareth.
I am from scrapbooks and digital cameras, from webcams and DVDs. My memories are hopes for the future not reflections on the past.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
And another for Little Cherub
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3 comments:
This poem is truly beautiful! I hope your daughter cherishes it, as she grows.
I love it, that's really neat
What inspiration, Kathryn!
Such a wonderful keepsake for the babybook. :)
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