Tonight's Poet Corner: Life in Bag End
Life in Bag End
by Belinda Roddie
I was just tall enough to rest my head
against her bosom as she held me.
Small as a child, yet blunt as a lover,
I was surprised she endured my size.
She called me her Hobbit, and I, finding
the nickname fun, decided to make us
second breakfast and indulge in elevensies
while Saturday mornings were still alive.
We were glad to go on adventures together,
slay dragons together. I was small as a child,
yet old enough to think about a wedding
with ribbons and music and just enough
cake to make this little Hobbit happy.
by Belinda Roddie
I was just tall enough to rest my head
against her bosom as she held me.
Small as a child, yet blunt as a lover,
I was surprised she endured my size.
She called me her Hobbit, and I, finding
the nickname fun, decided to make us
second breakfast and indulge in elevensies
while Saturday mornings were still alive.
We were glad to go on adventures together,
slay dragons together. I was small as a child,
yet old enough to think about a wedding
with ribbons and music and just enough
cake to make this little Hobbit happy.
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