Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the houseflyin my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questionsof the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go? How did it go?
Forgotten Language, by Shel Silverstein
Dearest Sara,
ReplyDeleteSuch a precious picture with an equally precious poem . . . did your mom read this to you as a little girl? Thanks for the lovely moment, Bonnie/Mom about your very special girl
love,
antmickey
Sara Dear,
ReplyDeleteYou and I were welcomed into this family at just about the same time. It's hard for me to believe you have already accomplished so much and wrapped it up in such a lovely package. Happy Birthday to You!
Love, Cookie