Madness swirlsfuzzes in like staticout like late-night television hauntswaking hours as well as dreamsdarkening darkerstill deeper each day till summoningwill for living seemswaityour daughter
My children remind me why I am here. Thank you for asking, Sherry: MESSAGE FROM THE LITTLE GRANDMOTHER
#11 of 30 for April. Today is my daughter’s ninth birthday and I am a bit ferklempt. Love to you, friends... Love one another.
I love the immediacy of this poem — and what a great message.
ReplyDeleteLove back at'cha Marian. "summoning will for living" and even thriving maybe
ReplyDeleteYes, they are our reason for living, and they deserve a clean, healthy planet to live in. Maybe one of yours will be a truly evolved President one day, Marian, or an ecologist with clout, and turn this whole thing around. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteYes. Absolutely. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to your girl! I remember nine~ I wanted to get locked inside the library and learn all the secrets of the world!
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A great message!
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I know just what you mean! Happy Birthday to your little girl!
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ReplyDeleteLots to live for, Marian. Nicely put. Happy Birthday to your daughter.
ReplyDeleteHang on, she's 2/3's of the way towards being a teenager.
Best wishes to you also !!! :)
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Yes, we have to keep it together for our kids. Happy birthday to the beautiful girl and blessings on her parents.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was all the pollen that has me feeling ferplempt, but perhaps more noxious allergens are in cahoots. I need every bridge to sanity there is -- love, work, purpose, service, cats -- else I despair and hear the voices loudly too. Distracted from my darkness by those lights. Amen, and happy birthday to your daughter. You have this joy of abandonment to words to give and share with her.
ReplyDeleteOh, how wonderful. A mystery tied to birth that , being childless, I only know the half of ...!
ReplyDeleteand wait - your sons. yes. ~
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