From: JSidman at aol.com <JSidman>
Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 08:29:49 EDT

Here is a "goodbye poem." I didn't write it, and it's not specifically a children's poem but it is one I keep pinned to my bulletin board:

Childhood

Sssh. Don't touch the first miracle--the tree, the woods, suspended between sky and the mountain's edge.

Sssh. The dark is tinting my words: words for air, for bird, for hedge where the light fades.

Don't touch a thing that belongs to the past-the trembling lights on the water, the small house near the stream where the stones dissolve.

Sssh. I have to remember that green place where the road toward home narrows, the road with the sweet bouquet of winds.

by Ardem Haroutiunian
(translated by Diana Der-Hovanessian)


Joyce Sidman
Received on Thu 01 May 2003 07:29:49 AM CDT