I found it! My sister and I co-authored this when we were kids. She was between 10-16. And I was between 6-12. I know we wrote it while sitting in our treehouse. And those are the ages we were when we had a treehouse. Here's our little masterpiece:
It was a dark and stormy night, in the middle of July
When little Rosie Dutchess began to cry.
When the sun began to rise,
Little Rosie Dutchess dried her eyes.
She was crying ’bout a baby who had just been born.
Another little Dutchess made her quite forlorn.
No longer Mother’s baby, nor Daddy’s queen,
Nor little Rosie Dutchess, but little Edward Dean!
All the coos and gurgles made her aunts quite “thilly.”
It also charmed her uncles, including uncle Willy!
This was the last straw, no more could she bear.
How could little Edward? How could he dare?
She put one a pink dress, and pink sandals too,
She was dressed all in pink, but she felt rather blue
She went down for breakfast, but none was to be found
She went into Edward’s room, and no one was around.
She went into Edward’s room, and no one was around.
She walked into the parlour, she could not believe her eyes,
Her uncles and her aunts gave her a great surprise.
On the table lay several gifts and a cake,
The tags said “for Rosie”, there must be some mistake.
“These gifts are for me,” Rosie excitedly said,
And then she noticed little Edward lying in his bed.
He was softly breathing, that precious fragile form,
Little Rosie Dutchess thought “I’m glad he was born.”
That's a charming poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you for all your lovely encouragement! This was written before the fear set it. And I'm sure that writing with my sister gave me confidence.
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