Thought of this on seeing my husband’s niece’s Facebook post about her first child…
“At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.”
…contrasted with the dearly loved great-grandfather of said infant, who lives on – and on – safely ten thousand, six hundred and seventy two miles away – with us:
“Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
Likes and comments on cuteness / shared experience do not apply… obviously.
