L Milton Hankins Poet Triolet

For Sarah

She wore a big yellow ribbon in her hair
Sarah did not walk, she danced or skipped,
From place to place, from here to there
She wore a big yellow ribbon in her hair
She was a little girl with an exuberant flair
Always singing a song, never tight-lipped
She wore a big yellow ribbon in her hair
Sarah did not walk, she danced or skipped.

Written August 26, 2022
[for my oldest granddaughter]

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Caren Krutsinger August 28, 2022 at 10:38 PM Sarah sounds adorable; I imagine she still skips when she walks. L Milton Hankins August 29, 2022 at 8:06 AM I don't know about that, Caren. This was Sarah a long time ago. She has gone through some troubles and trials, but I'd like to think she's still skipping. That's how I remember her.

Gershon Wolf August 27, 2022 at 8:51 PM Thanks for creating such a lovely vision of Sarah. I can picture her now, skipping along, ribbon in hair. The little girl next door! ~ Gershon L Milton Hankins August 28, 2022 at 8:52 AM Thanks, gw. That's how I see her from many, many years ago.

Ilene Bauer August 27, 2022 at 1:21 PM This is lovely, Milton! You’ve really captured her at a certain moment in time… L Milton Hankins August 27, 2022 at 4:47 PM Thanks so much, Ilene. Sarah was a very sweet little girl. Things sort of changed as she grew into womanhood, however. I like to remember her like this.

Jenna Logan August 27, 2022 at 7:49 AM I'm sure she, and your other grandchildren, bring you much happiness. Hoping you share this with Sarah. L Milton Hankins August 27, 2022 at 7:55 AM Thank you, Jenna. Long story. I recall Sarah from her childhood days. She grew up, went her way, and I do not hear from her as much as I'd like. I keep up with her through my son, her uncle. Her mother and I have no relationship.

Michael Tor August 26, 2022 at 9:43 PM What a Special piece for your Grandaughter Milton. I am sure she appreciated this fine effort. Thanks for sharing... L Milton Hankins August 27, 2022 at 7:56 AM Oh, I'm remembering her as a little girl. I haven't seen her in ages. She is now a mother several times over. She lives in New Mexico, and I haven't been out there for probably ten years.

Jeff Kyser August 26, 2022 at 7:17 PM They leave a mark on you, don’t they? L Milton Hankins August 26, 2022 at 9:27 PM They do, indeed, Jeff. My Sarah now has two children of her own, making me a great-grandfather, but I remember her best as that little girl I described in my poem.

Kim Rodrigues August 26, 2022 at 5:41 PM Aww…so lovely! A poem and tribute to be cherished. Perhaps I should revamp the poems about my 3 kids in this form. Hugs ~ Kim L Milton Hankins August 26, 2022 at 9:27 PM Thank you so much, Kim. I'm sure they would treasure such a poem written by their mother.