Yes, he is so very dear. I love that poem by Milne, which I wrote around the edges of the thank-you notes for William’s sixth birthday. It’s titled “The End,” because it is the closing poem of Milne’s book called “Now We are Six.” But I wonder, too, if it wasn’t wishful thinking on Milne’s part, who very clearly mourned the growing up of his own boy.
Says Christopher Robin to Pooh: “Promise you won’t forget about me ever? Not even when I’m a hundred?”
