Sunday, March 8, 2009

The Road Not Taken

Every day Frankie's individualism becomes stronger and more evident. It is with both joy and sorrow that I witness this.  Today, she set out on this little path by herself and it reminded me of Frost's "The Road Not Taken". I hope she continues on it... but not yet... it's too soon.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


  1. Those little punks grow up way too fast. Lovely photo and the poem compliments it perfectly!

  2. What a special, lovely photo, and trust me, they DO grow up way too fast... I sometimes miss the little boy my son used to be (he's 27 now)...

  3. Beautiful photo! Her whole life winds out in front of her, the possibilities are endless!

  4. What a wonderful photo .. it so important to encourage them to fly on their own and oh so very scary when they do