Yesterday afternoon I had a guest. Two guests exactly but one of them, in particular, special. It was a gorgeous and absolutely adorable two years old boy. I went all crazy about him cooing and making an idiot of myself.


I love babies. I hope to have one or two, maybe three in the future. They are so curious about their surroundings, so spontaneous and innocent. And these protective feelings you feel for them- I love it.

However, it is hard to raise a child. When they learn to walk they are everywhere! You have to watch over them all the time! There’s little time for yourself left.

Still, it’s worth it.

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A POISON TREE
by: William Blake (1757-1827)

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunnèd it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.