Thursday, April 9, 2009

Life - Thanks Mom

Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
This poem is part of a much larger poem called, Life.
Thank you mom for my wonderful Emily Dickinson book - I've enjoyed it so very much!!
(Me - On My 5th Birthday)
P.S. Hugs (xxx) and kisses (ooo) you're the best mom ever!!


Content in a Cottage said...

Sabina, I feel the same way about my mom. We are both lucky, aren't we? I am sure your children feel the same way about you.

Happy Easter, Rosemary

Momma Chae said...

One of my favorite poems.... :) It says lovely things about your mom that she gives you poetry as a gift.

Anonymous said...

I usually don't leave a public comment but just had to say that I love this post (adorable photo) and your blog. You are such a cutie patootie Sabina and one of the sweetest/smartest most interesting girls around. My cell phone is working once more so give me a call for coffee or lunch soon!!


Piecefulafternoon said...

I love that poem - thanks for the reminder.

ofifteen said...

beautiful :)

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