Walt Kelly had a daughter who died at about 6 months, if I have this right. He wrote this poem for his wife. (I have the original lettering.) For the Mother of Kathryn Barbara There's a Star in the wind and the wind winds high, Blowing alight thru fog, thru night. Thru cold, thru cold and the bitter alone... There high in the wind rides a Star, my own. And the Star is a Word... of white, of white... And the Star in the wind is a a Word. Porkypine 1953 I think this is the most beautiful thing Kelly ever wrote, and I find it impossible to get through without tears. Jeff Danziger
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