Great things to do while waiting: forget about anything that isn't under the umbrella of love in the heart. Forget credit card bills for a time. Look at color. This time last year I as waiting for the baby. Now we are waiting for other things, like the next scene of remembrance as it filters through a kaleidoscope. I remember this, I remember that. I remember the moon from a window in my parents' house. I remember an old man who is dying. This morning I woke from a dream of my husband's arms raised to the sky. He was ready to move, yet planted firmly in the ground like a faithful stretch of crops.
2 comments:
I love this: "I remember the moon from a widow." I assume you mean "window," but I love the implications of the typo.
Loving seeing you here.
xo
Yes, the typo has been changed (how could I resist?)... but I see what you mean about the beauty of mistake.
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