Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

For Florence, July,1984 - Poem by Fred Babbin

I watch her watching,
Watching the show,
Her grey head cocked
As though she knew she would be
Part of the myth, the mystery
Of life and death, all too soon.
Like the mouse of life
Waiting for the cat of death.
And when I can no longer watch,
I kiss her warm cheek
Because it is still warm.

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  • (3/22/2008 3:49:00 PM)

    Beautiful emotion Fred, lovingly honest.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 8, 2008

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