You light up my poetry
Mikey came over for dinner the other night and we got into a discussion about poetry. Brent rummaged around for his poetry anthology, which has joined the ranks of things lost since redecorating.
“Which poem are you looking for?” I asked him.
“The one by Robert Frost,” he answered.
“It’s on the lamp,” said Lia.
And indeed it was – an old copy of a collection of Mr. Frost’s poems had been used by my sister-in-law to decorate the lampshade of one of our living room lamps, a fact which we had forgotten, but Lia had remembered.
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