Poetry Friday: A Rilla Reprise

November 25, 2010 @ 9:26 pm | Filed under: Poetry

Just a morsel today. I’ve been working on an archive page for my Poetry Friday posts (because I find WordPress’s archives obnoxiously unwieldy), and I came across this entry from March of 2007. I had to laugh, because it turns out last week wasn’t the first time one of my bairns made a contribution to Poetry Friday. I’d forgotten that Rilla had a turn when she was eleven months old.

Sisters, by Rilla

They scoop me up and say I’m delicious;
They grant practically all of my wishes
(Except when I wish to gnaw on a Lego).
Mostly I wish to go where they go.

Jane is the one who totes me like mother
And won’t let me pull out the hair of my brother.
Rose guards me from anything ’ticingly teeny.
The one who twirls me around is Beanie.

I’m not sure whether the ache I get from this photo is because that baby has grown so big, or because that rug has grown so dingy. Ah, the cruel march of time. And feet.

This week’s Poetry Friday host is Jone at Check It Out.

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  1. She is a big scoop of delicious. Sweet way to start my day after Thanksgiving! 🙂

  2. So precious. And so true what you said about the march of time…and feet.

  3. Hilarious and delightful. It’s pretty wonderful to have that in your life—past, present, and future.

  4. Ah, to be a baby in a house full of so much love…and such gorgeous words! I am very thankful that we met this year, Lissa. A.