Tuesday, March 15, 2011

bats

Every night when he goes to bed, Cade looks up at the wall, and points to the print Auntie Gwyneth made, which we love.  I say "Bats," and he says, "Mmm-hmm."






Harlem Night Song
Langston Hughes

Come,
Let us roam the night together
Singing.


I love you.


Across
The Harlem roof-tops
Moon is shining.
Night sky is blue.
Stars are great drops
Of golden dew.


Down the street
A band is playing.


I love you.


Come,
Let us roam the night together
Singing.

2 comments:

nobody special said...

Awwww, THANKS! This totally made my day. I love you guys!

Gwyn said...

nobody special = Gwyn! I need to change that profile name!