Wie geht's?
Have to report a tearful moment in the Purdmobile on my daily commute recently.
Been thinking about my mum and dad a lot of late (see the next post on Goo Goo G'Joob) and a live version of Train's When I Look To The Sky came on Radio Wozza.
'Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with meAnd I can always find my way when you are here
Never fails to get me.
Then I read this poem today and it happened again.
Briefly
Here and there some scrap of beauty gets snatched from this or that: One child’s voice rising above the children’s choir. A few wild notes of laughter passing through the open window of a passing car. That pink handkerchief waved at the parade. The tiny Nile-blue tile broken at the edge of the mosaic —all shining accident and awe. And this
last second or two of dreaming
in which your face returns to me completely. Not even needing to be, being so alive again to me. Laura Kasischke (2011)
Beautiful Laura. Thanks.
Love and peace - your eldest. |