A Poetic Moment

00-3350.jpg We have this poem excerpt, witten in calligraphy by Auntie Audrey when Pippa was first born, framed in the girls’ room.

Song, from Pippa Passes, by Robert Browning

The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven –
All’s right with the world!

On a whim today, I read it to the girls as I was getting Romilly up from her nap. Then I asked them, “Do you know what that poem is called?”

They didn’t know.  “It’s called ‘Pippa Passes’, ” I told them.

Groggy, but never to be left out, Romilly was quick to pipe up, with a disgruntled frown on her face:

“Ro-Ro passes, too!”

What will the teen years be like???