“Daddy, can you help me,” her 7-year-old voice calls from the shower. “I can’t open the conditioner.” I put my cup of coffee on the kitchen island where the morning light lays itself down after slanting through the front windows, an easy blessing. Into the thick air
I think it’s incredibly deep for three short verses. I like the idea that love is about dancing and music and things we’re all too young too know. Makes me want to cry.
A beautiful reminder in this season of Thanks and sorrow.
Thanks, Meadow.
The poetry of ache...
Ache, indeed.
This makes me think of the song “The Book of Love” by Magnetic Fields.
“The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know”
I don't know it. I'll have to check it out.
To me it’s a perfect little song. So simple. Beautiful.
https://youtu.be/CqXMfveU6-E?si=ssTW8TJSZgTB0iDg
I think it’s incredibly deep for three short verses. I like the idea that love is about dancing and music and things we’re all too young too know. Makes me want to cry.
This is beautiful. Filled with both longing and hope.
Beautiful and poignant. Thank you.
Thanks for your kind words, Kerri.
Phew. Thank you for sharing this.
Thanks for reading, Lucy.
Beautiful. What a word: "When the door opens, I'll walk through it."
This reminded me of this tiny poem by John Brandi:
"fallen leaves
the abbot sweeps
around them"
Wow. What an image.
Caring and evocative. Thanks!
Thanks, Brent.