Saturday, February 16, 2013

How do we love thee, playgroup?

Oh, playgroup friends, how do we love thee?  Let us count the ways.
We love thee to the depth and breadth and height
Our 30 inches can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of lollipops and ideally, chocolate.

We love thee to the level of red and white sprinkles'

Most need to be consumed, by before lunch in place of vegetables.

We love thee freely, as we strive for making a mess at the water fountain;

We love thee purely, as they turn us from playing in the bathroom.

We love thee with a passion put to use

In our tantrums, and with our childhood's faith.

We love thee with a love we seemed to lose

With our socks and shoes and sippy cups, --- we love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all our lives! --- and, if God choose,
We shall but love thee better after our lunch and nap!

(Forgive my plagiarism, even though Elizabeth Barret Browning would obviously find my version better.  Her real poem can be found here.)  

1 comment:

  1. What a great play-group day!! We sure miss you all!


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