Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou lived remembered not to be,
Die single, and thy image dies with thee.
Shakespeare~Sonnet III
4 comments:
What GOOD news. I was so excited that she called to tell Mom and me last evening. As soon as I heard Mom say her name though, I knew what she was calling to say!
Wow, Dar a mommy . . .
I'm so happy for her! What an exciting time for her and Jamie.
That makes me a grandma again, doesn't it? I enjoyed being her
2nd Mom and watching you two play together and grow up forever friends. I rejoice with Dar & Jamie as well as Ruth & Dick.
(Hey, Dar--BANANA!)
Very appropriate & exquisite choice of Shakespear's encouragement to procreate, Jayme!
love,
Ubermom
what a beautiful thought from Shakespeare, tho' somewhat alarming in my present state :) you've inspired me to break out my copy of his sonnets (when i'm through studying, of course :)
love your blog, and you guys!
jen
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