A truly haunting epigram that lives up to its title. The comments are fascinating. Some readers thought the babies had grown and others took them for victims of violence. I thought they were done in but now am unsure. I think I shall savor the ambiguity.
Just a few words but again, Allie, you have managed to create not just a story but an atmosphere. Eleven comments before this one prove that you have got the message across in your inimitable way. A sad poem, yes, but it's good to be able to read quality poetry again. Top marks.
Love, Fran xxx
What a great difference a single day can make! One cannot have sunshine without
shadows in this world It would seem. A lovely lament for Miss P. Ten seems inadequate here.
Love,
Sandra
Hi, Allie! This was a very touching poem with such deep meaning for all mothers. I think the hardest part of being a parent must be letting children spread their wings. Beautiful write! Take care, Beth
The sparseness of the words echoes the emptiness of the nest here Allie - 'nature's red in tooth and claw' as they say - poor Mrs P - a sad poem indeed...
Miss P provided a carpet snake or a goanna with a pre-Christmas meal. Sad as it is the thief got itself a treat. Miss P will take it in stride - she'll lay again. Cheer up Allie. Rgds, Ivan
Allie, that is a sad poem. Heart rendering for anything human or animal that lose their babies. I follow my friend Ernestine, Love to Miss P and give her a hug from me.
David
That is so sad Allie, was it a fox? ou do feel for them when there babies have been stolen. Heart rendering write. Love to Miss P, give her a hug from me.
Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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