When I was a little girl my grandmother recited and read poetry to me. I have her to thank for my love of poetry. Today for her 90th birthday, I recite my favorite from her repertoire, The Owl and the Pussycat, by Edward Lear.
I love you Grandma, thank you for the gift of poetry…and the chocolate pudding, and all the wonderful philosophical conversations. If only they’d ask us 🙂