Last week the little girls and I went to the park. It was beautiful, sunny, warm and we stayed for hours. Our faces were red with sun and play and the girls went on several adventures. As they came back from one of their adventures, Alice came to me with a bouquet of dandelions gone to seed. She handed it to me and said:
"These are for you. They're not flowers--they're wishes."
I love living with poets.
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So sweet. Clayre was not happy about something I said a minute ago and said, "I'm out of this family," while covering her ears with her hands. You live with poets? I live with .....?
Hold on one second. Is this the same poet that walks around the house passing gas and then screaming, "That was Alice!" Poet Laureate, indeed.
Oh I love that! You go little Alice.
that is so great.
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