Heather, here's the little Keatsian poem I promised for Oskar, in honor of his initials.
ODE
God bless thee, child of distant summer time.
Remind us of a world where icy storm
And friendless cold were still unknown, a clime
Now lost, where hearts, like summer days, were warm.
Dark though the night, grand sun in moon's faint glow
Shines yet in promise of the coming dawn.
Oh child of summer, slumbering, I know
Now in thy smile sweet summer time lives on.
This poetry is posted by Bob's daughter, Heather...and on rare occasions by Bob himself. Please note that most poetry gets added retroactively. This can no doubt be confusing for readers, but is better for historical accuracy!
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