Since April is National Poetry Month, I’d like to share another favorite poem of mine. It’s actually the first poem I remember and a very early memory for me. When I was little, my mother used to braid my hair. To help me sit quietly she would recite poetry to me. This memory of my mother’s tender loving care combined with this tenderhearted poem has always been a precious memory for me. The poem is called Little Boy Blue and the author was Eugene Field, who also wrote the beloved poem Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, which I also remember from my hair braiding sessions. No wonder I have loved poetry all my life!
A Fondness For Reading 
I remember that poem, and I remember how sad it made me feel. Do you think the ‘angel song’ is death?
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Nan, death, I’m sure. It was such a sad poem for a little girl, but I loved it. Interestingly, I also associated a piece of music with it — my parents must have played it a lot because the two are forever intertwined in my memory. The music was Ravel’s “Pavane pour une Infante Defunte.”
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