Here is the poem that she read from her manuscript,
to the assembly:
Apart
What calamity is this,
which steals from me my senses?
And what crime have I done,
which leaves me begging for a pardon?
Well, tempests have fallen upon my home
and left only a splintering wooden foundation-
and I have had my body scavenged
by fiends of the night-
but never have I been so lacking,
so exposed,
or so rent apart.
For, when I have lost your hand-
the only one I’ve got to hold-
how am I to wage on through the dark?
Wonderful! Congratulations to Bailey!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, congrats to Bailey.
ReplyDeleteLike mother like daughter!
ReplyDeleteFabulous!
hugs
hersheybar
dear martha,
ReplyDeleteyou have a most sensitive and thoughtful daughter. i hope life provides all the best of love and health for her dear self. her poem touched me.
ellen in fl,
another mother of a daughter
i loved bailey's poem. so heartfelt. you can tell she takes after her mother. congrats to her and to you. patti
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