11 Apr
I see His Blood upon the Rose
By Joseph Mary Plunkett (1887–1916)
I SEE his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice—and carven by his power
Rocks are [...]
19 Mar
I don’t know why the mittens are so big and the
hat is so small. But Matthew is only three weeks
and he can’t wear them anyway.
It was a fun afternoon project, and who can resist baby boy blue!!!
LITTLE BOY BLUE
by: Eugene Field (1850-1895)
HE little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch [...]
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