Tuesday, July 20, 2010


Grace's pet caterpillar died. We buried 'You' under the lemon tree; his grave marked with 3 beads and an emptied sachet of green tea. There were real tears for You.
My brother wrote a poem:
RIP You. You could have been a butterfly, but You died too soon. You always liked green tea though.


yardage girl said...

Oh gosh - childhood is a wondrous and sometimes heartbreaking place. This is the nicest post I've read for a long time. RIP You.

Umatji said...

aw. real tears here almost. hope the grieving is ok.


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