Old childrearing poem

Out of the weeds bounded an Elsie.

Into the weeds bounded an Elsie.

Excellent Elsie, raging Rosa.

And following a Rosa came an Elsie.

Elsie in green, Rosa from the sheet.

Where are my girls? What pouch hides the bear?

I hear Rosa’s call. She bursts past

the sleeping bear. The bees, the pins,

the basket. Elsie watches everything.

Where is the rain? She pours into my lap.

Rosa found pants. Elsie is going

across the clover in green to the slide.

Rosa slides in the wet blue time.

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