May 17, 1949

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Legend Of A Girl Child Legend

I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies
That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze.

Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes
On the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes.

A throne of white ivory, a gown of white lace
Lies still in the magic of a timeless place.

One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves
That rest on their hands with the touch of love.

On a hillside of velvet the children they lay down
And make fun of the grown-ups with their silly frown.

And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea
As it washed around the foot of the seashell tree.

The doves circle over and land in the trees
Where parrots are talking their words with such ease.

Donovan

Legend Of A Girl Child Legend

This photograph was taken 
by her Father on May 17, 1949.

Linda had her parents entirely 
to herself up until that day.

But her mother was not 
home on that May day.

She was in the hospital,
about to give birth 
to Linda's new brother.

I was most fortunate 
to have been that brother.

I just wish I could say that 
to Linda's face.

But wait: I do that all the time!

I just wish I could 
actually touch that face.

The last time I actually 
did so was in 1975.

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