Little lame Katie, with her golden hair,
And her dead mother's eyes, comes in to me,
Lays with a smile her crutch beside my chair,
Then shakes her curls and climbs up to my knee;
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I've been reading a lot of the poems of this poet the last couple of days and wasn't particularly moved by any enough to comment. But...I find myself deeply moved by this one. So sad but yet encouraging. Bittersweet I guess would be the word to use.
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I've been reading a lot of the poems of this poet the last couple of days and wasn't particularly moved by any enough to comment. But...I find myself deeply moved by this one. So sad but yet encouraging. Bittersweet I guess would be the word to use.