The Bimpire: chronicles of the dress-up wardrobe

Sunday, September 12, 2010

chronicles of the dress-up wardrobe

the bee family eats honey cake

3 comments:

Meg said...: Oh, Bim is so pretty in his pink headband. Now I know what to get him for Christmas!!; September 13, 2010 at 7:17 AM
Jana Brookes said...: What a cute daddy!! Can tell he loves all his girls!; September 13, 2010 at 10:06 AM
Natalie said...: Bee-guiling. Without a doubt.; September 15, 2010 at 6:32 PM

poem for november

Famous
by Naomi Shihab Nye

The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.

The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.

The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.

The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.

The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.

I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

chronicles of the dress-up wardrobe

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