I love her tiny hands
This is a funny, smarmy smile
Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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I can't believe she's smiling like that already!! Oskar really is a somber dude.
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ReplyDeleteI just LOVE the hot-off-the-presses Baby First Laughter. I don't think I've ever felt so delightfully helpless in the face of that sound. It can reduce a withered old heart to hopeless and utter hysteria - the combination of sweetness and hilarity. LOVE!!
i love that cute marigold!!!!
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