I'm a riddle in nine syllables.
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
- Sylvia Plath
Monday, March 23, 2009
Metaphors
Posted by Emily at 12:44 PM
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Okay you are none of those things, but you are one gorgeous pregnant girl. I do have one suggestion... if you're gonna take a nap on the couch, take off those shoes!! Okay, I understand at this point it is probably too hard to bend over. :) Hope you are feeling well.
Oh so close... wishing you the best!
I asked Josh "Do you know who this is a picture of?" He responded "No, should I?" Isn't that too funny?! I LOVE this photo of you, and the poem with it is just perfect! You are simply gorgeous! Always have been, always will be!
The picture says so much! I know its tough at times, but you are such a beautiful mother...in more ways than one!
Cool poetry...perfectly describes different parts/roles you feel, hasn't every mother wished she could just get "off that train" when the labor starts in force? But no way out!
My first time in labor, I distinctly recall saying I'd changed my mind & decided not to have a baby afterall...&I meant it!
You know our prayers are with you & your sweet baby. Rest up every chance you can.(You're welcome to send the kids up to our house for awhile!) Lova ya!
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