Sitting in Michael's Lap
This was wonderfully and wisely written, and your choice of meter complimented the content to perfection.
Thank you, Claire, for brightening my morning with this.
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest