baby Robbie (a Triolet)
The Snow lay gently on the ground
the day that you were born
Lay where it fell without a sound
The day that you were born.
I took you, son into my arms
(depite the nurses' faint alarms)
and sang a lullaby by Brahms
The snow lay gently on the ground
the day that you were born.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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