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Post by elyssa on Apr 6, 2006 16:48:48 GMT -5
“I still see your face at the window sweetly waving to me down below. I can feel from the grass in your breath on the glass “Mother, I love you so” Warming my heart on a cold, bitter winter day I follow your voice through my memory and I wait for your face to appear. Taking such care with each step on the stair I come ever so near, standing alone in the hall as you fade away. And I would go to the ends of the earth, my son, to search for you- to search for you. And I won’t rest til I am certain, my son, my search is through- my search is through...”
Does anyone know for sure who wrote this poem?
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Post by Rita Witt on Apr 6, 2006 19:57:36 GMT -5
To Elyssa Thank you for the beautiful but sad poem. It appears to be written from Anne"s perspective.
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Post by carol on Apr 8, 2006 1:01:12 GMT -5
No, this isn't a poem. It's a song called "To Search for You" from the play "Baby Case" written by Michael Ogborn. I saw it in Philly in the fall of 2001. Great play.
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Post by Rita Witt on Apr 8, 2006 1:15:55 GMT -5
To Carol What was thestory that went with those lyrics? Does it resemble this case?
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Post by carol on Apr 8, 2006 14:52:37 GMT -5
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Post by Rita Witt on Apr 8, 2006 23:56:26 GMT -5
Very interesting, and have you seen the play? What I am wondering is if they follow any other theory, or just the one presented at trial?
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Post by carol on Apr 9, 2006 22:29:25 GMT -5
Yes, I saw the play in 2001. I can't say that they followed any other theory, but there was sympathy towards Hauptmann and some suspicion towards the Lindberghs.
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