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Snow Baby

A snowflake fell
A momma wails
In birthing pains
Number eleven son
Cried today he's eighty four
He loved his own five sons
Two are buried
Howard rests


For Archie C. Culverhouse

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Sara Kendrick

March 15, 2010 at 4:55 PM

Sad for parents to bury children before their time...Keep the creative pen flowing...I finished the Rengay if you care to look and copy to yours...Tell me if you think that the finish is alright...Mom

Faleshia Murphy

March 14, 2010 at 8:35 PM

very touching poem hope your heart will mend thank you so much for your comments and my error good looking out poetry soup friends are the best faleshia

Carolyn Devonshire

March 14, 2010 at 2:43 PM

Touching poem, Doris, and a heartfelt tribute to Archie. You really cast a spell by starting off with the snowflake and then taking us to the birth scene. Very well penned. Love, Carolyn

Gert W. Knop

March 14, 2010 at 9:03 AM

Very touching, Doris! I forgot to say in my receipe for otato salad, that the top is garnished with parsley and the boild egg-halves. Instead of onions spring onion-rings could be used (even a better taste!). It is important to serve the potato salad warm yet but could also be eaten cold. Tastes well with meat balls, fish or sausages. I sometimes even garnish the top with fresh coriander leaves. For the "spicy-people" some chillies could be added. ...Gert

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

March 14, 2010 at 4:30 AM

God bless Archie. Succinctly sweet verse...for Snow Baby! I enjoyed reading your poetry, today, Doris. Thank you for sharing your heartfelt thoughts with us. And thank you for your recent comments on my work. Smiles, Dane Ann