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