[810] Beatrix is Three

At the top of the stairs
I as for her hand. O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.
We take our time
Down the steep carpetway
As I wish silently
That the stairs were endless.

     -- Adrian Mitchell

Another poem which stands or falls by the strength of its final line... the
fact that I'm running it suggests that the former case holds <g>.  Indeed, I
think it's quite a successful (if slight) venture - one of those all too
rare poems which capture the essence of a moment, of an emotion, so exactly
that it makes you think you know precisely what the author felt at the time
of composition. Very nice.

thomas.

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Adrian Mitchell poems:
Poem #28, "To Whom It May Concern"
Poem #95, "Nostalgia - Now Threepence Off"
Poem #211, "The Oxford Hysteria of English Poetry"
Poem #337, "Jimmy Giuffre Plays 'The Easy Way'"
Poem #397, "Ancestors"
Poem #623, "Ten Ways to Avoid Lending Your Wheelbarrow to Anybody"

From: "Wim Kruizinga" <wim@>

It's a good poem

From: "Adrian Roberts" <steptoes.yard@>

It captures perfectly those little moments when you have small children.
They last a few seconds, yet the memory and the emotion lasts a
lifetime.

Stan