maggie and milly and molly and mayI’m headed back to the beach today to pick up the daughter I left behind. No, not accidentally. She wanted to stay and help my mom babysit my niece this week. So now I get a bonus trip to the ocean and an extra seven hours on the highway.
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea e.e. cummings
It will be good to have her back home. As we were deciding if she should stay a rather last-minute proposition we all realized that she’s our best friend. Seriously. She watches movies with her dad. She plays computer games and just plays with her sister. She and I talk and laugh about all sorts of things. How wonderful to have our best friends in our own family.
Today’s Poetry Friday round-up is over at Jama Rattigan’s pad. Stop by and share some verses.
6 comments:
It really is great to all be best buds. A friend of ours dropped by the other night to give our daughter something and found the three of us in our jammies playing a board game and laughing our butts off. The friend was jealous.
Love cummings! Perfect poem.Nice to read about your ocean fun and family friendships :).
I love this poem. Made me wish I was heading to the beach!
That is really sweet.
The only thing that spoils this poem for me is how sorry I feel for poor old Molly, with her secret self being a "horrible thing." I hope she grows out of it...
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