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It fell to me to tell the bees,
though I had wanted another duty—
to be the scribbler at his death,
there chart the third day’s quickening.
But fate said no, it falls to you
to tell the bees, the middle daughter.
So it was written at your birth.
(cont.)
Read full poem here: “Telling the Bees” by Deborah Digges — Words for the Year
From Trapeze by Deborah Digges.