~Charles Dickens
me, age three
I'm wrapping presents and cooking so I don't have a post for today, but I'd like to send you over to Joyce's blog, where she is sharing my shivery Winter Poetry Swap poem. (I'm sorry, Australians, I keep thinking of it as the Winter swap, even though it's the Summer swap for you.)
Have a wonderful weekend, everybody!
one-year-old me at Christmas, in Granddaddy's hat...
boy, did I love that Pooh!
me, age two,
and the pure joy of all those colors
Buffy Silverman has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Buffy!
9 comments:
Oh, you and Pooh! ADORABLE. xo
I love your poem for Joyce and seeing "wee" you, Tabatha. Merry Christmas! It's always good to quote Dickens, isn't it?
How sweet are those pictures!
And a lovely quote from Dickens, truly a man who understood Christmas.
Those wee you photos are so cute--and I love the poem you shared with Joyce.
Ooo, so cute!
Those photos of you are real treasures, Tabatha. They will be even more precious in the future. Dickens! Of course, a quote from the man whose writing rekindled Christmas celebrations in Britain and in America. Your poem is keeping me warm as I write today while the snow is softly falling. No howling wind this time! Happy Christmas and thank you for sharing your many gifts with this community!
Well you were a real cutie, Tabatha–and the 2 year-old expression is priceless. The creations from that crayon set must have been fabulous! I loved the poem you wrote for Joyce, especially the "rattling pages" and the ending, letters traced "one by one." And as Dickens put it, I hope for more charity from people too! Thanks for the summer and winter poetry swaps–they were delightful. Merry Christmas to you and your family Tabatha!
LOVE LOVE LOVE the photos--love seeing and thinking of all of us as the children I now teach, always the same joy and openness over and over again in different distinct bodies and faces. Headed over to Joyce now...
Awwww... what a sweetie!
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