One for Sorrow,
Two for Joy,
Three for Letter,
Four for Boy
Five for Silver
Six for Gold
Seven for a Secret never to be told.
Birds (read: myna and raven) took on a new meaning during my school days. Fingers were crossed and wishes made. But, we never waited around enough to see if the wishes did come true. And, even if it did, we would credit it to the Supreme Being or twisted circumstances. Miss those days of unadulterated jubilation.
2 comments:
I remember hearing this ditty from you and Donna
True that! And, these are small things that are still remembered!
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