[stylist] Poem - "Grail" - Second Draft

[William L Houts]

Hey Gang,


This one's almost hot off the presses.  Now I can go play my favorite 
RPG.  Woot!


--Bill


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Grail

It seems a nothing, this coffee cup, purchased

at our uttter breakfast home. I'd always loved their mugs,

their wide ceramic mouths and handles with their buxom hold.

And on my birthday unremembered otherwise my mother

gave one to me, with "Hob Nob", that haven'sname

imprinted on the vessel's side; so ennobled

by the heart and hand from whom it came it is,

ceramic chalice, cup and grail, it's sacred as the laughing earth,

and communicates my birth and homely history.

Such honeybee gifts, tiny wise, and splendid with trove

tell sagas of house and heart-minted gold.




























-- 


"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"