it's not that his smiles are any less charming
just because he uses them to punctuate
the joyful buckings of a healthy little body
at three o'clock
on monday morning
Monday, August 31, 2009
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About Me
- don't be emily
- I was a teacher for a while--and still sometimes like to think I am. I am that beautiful thing, a homemaker and mother, proud to be both. I am ridiculously in love with my husband. I have a very busy young son, and my second son was stillborn only weeks from the due date--I don't say it to ask for sympathy, but because it is the biggest thing that has happened in my life other than my marriage. And so I pour out my days in words. I love words. I have too many hobbies and too much to do. I don't care at all; I continue to add more. I love music, and dancing, and singing, and especially the smell of clean laundry on the line, and children's dirty feet in the summer, and snow under street lamps in the winter. I love my friends. Even the impossible ones. Even you. I put my poems on here not because I am under any illusions of greatness, but in hopes that somehow, somewhere, someone can read a line and say, "Yes, that's what I was thinking too!", and know that we are not alone. Ever.
4 comments:
title...?... aren't most poems unfinished thoughts? lol :)
well, it was an unfinished thought. And I don't know what else to call it lol.
I followed you here from vazambam. A worthwhile trip.
"Lingis' is the code for this comment. Perhaps as in Alphonso Lingis, an American philosopher "who holds that the world is made up of numerous self-contained and mutually external levels, to which humans must adjust their perceptions and ideas." No doubt one of those levels is populated by mothers and babies enjoying - or not enjoying - their own late night world.
Wow, thanks Mairi???????
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