My son likes poetry.
I do not.
Not just the New Kid On The Block and Where The Sidewalk Ends.
Garden Verse with Stevenson, Emerson, Poe.
It puts me to sleep before him.
It actually took me two years to completely understand and speak The Maldive Shark fluidly.
Some of them I dread him asking for.
Rossetti is one of them.
Until I found the following poem.
This year I have had more wonderful Mommas to Be come to me with Rainbow Babies.
For those of you that don't know pregnancy and birth following a miscarriage or child loss is a Rainbow Baby.
So when I read this poem it spoke to me not as a child's verse but as a Mom.
By Christina Rossetti
Boats sail on the rivers,
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