Something about lamplight in the twilight:
I don't know what, just something.
Maybe I really am a hobbit.
Country roads and green leaves and sleepy birds.
And lamplight.
Just something.
Friday, April 30, 2010
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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.
6 comments:
you are rather short... have you checked your feet?
She speaks that way to you out of hobbit.... I happen to like this poem.
I happen to like it too, even though I am not a hobbit out of habit, just short.
Hey! I hoppin to like it too! I'm just saying! There is a very good possibility that she is a hobbit. Either that or a satyr with a red scarf; I hear they have a particular fascination with lamp posts as well...
heh, these people here are foolishly in love with you, i think.
came by way of william's. you cast an inviting luminescence.
xo
erin
My three foolish friends. :) Where would I be without you. Much thanks to all of you for a good laugh and a bunch of complete nonsense. And Erin, thank you as well.
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