Small

October 13, 2005

Photo Meme: Small (Thursday Challenge)
EXPERIENCE
Deborah danced, when she was two,As buttercups and daffodils do;Spirited, frail, naively bold, Her hair a ruffled crest of gold, And whenever she spoke her voice went singingLike water up from a fountain springing.But now her step is quiet and slow; She walks the way primroses go;Her hair is yellow instead of gilt, Her voice is losing its lovely lilt, And in place of her wild, delightful waysA quaint precision rules her days.For Deborah now is three, and oh,She knows so much that she did not know.
Aline Kilmer

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Comments:

How sweet! Lovely picture, and a cute poem. :)

Posted by: Tim's Mom at October 14, 2005 6:13 AM

I think I know who that is...

*sigh*

Posted by: TheHeadGirl at October 15, 2005 5:15 PM

Love the photo, love the poem. I have a Morgan that it would also fit... although she is nearly seven and knows it ALL. ;)

Posted by: heather at October 17, 2005 3:33 AM

This photo captures the snatches of life with little ones that pass with such swift sweetness.

Posted by: Kim Anderson at October 17, 2005 8:15 AM

Is this your daughter? She is going to be a stunner. Look at the shape of her mouth!

Posted by: andrea at October 18, 2005 3:48 PM

This is such a sweet capture...love the relaxed feeling in the eyes of cute little girl...such a great sense of secutrity for a child...

Posted by: | | A R M O K S | | SHowcase at October 18, 2005 10:18 PM

This is a lovely photo and poem. Great to visit.

Posted by: thicket dweller at October 25, 2005 8:03 AM

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