15 May 2013 2 Comments
14 May 2013 Leave a Comment
I walked to the beach today.
Up LaSalle, down Oak,
And these two,
together in the big city,
she held his finger and they walked.
I don’t know them,
and soon I passed them.
But I walked slow, for a moment,
to stay behind them
11 May 2013 Leave a Comment
A second day,
here’s a commute last week.
The train’s empty,
at 10 in the morning.
10 May 2013 Leave a Comment
The school year will end
in just a week’s time.
There will be tests and work
and we hope to chill a bit, too.
Amongst all that, what I have for you,
are some pictures from the year
that’s just gone passed.
Today the shot
is some tulips I found
in front of the clock tower.
30 Apr 2013 Leave a Comment
I remember eight. Seven, not so much. Eight: yes. I’m not sure why; maybe because eight is the year that little child turns slowly into preadolescent, older child, little lady. But I remember being eight.
I hope you do, too. I hope when you’re twenty, twenty-one, older even, I hope you look back and say, “I remember eight. Eight was good.” That’s my birthday wish for you.
That eight truly is great.
That you begin to push open the door of all the learning that’s ahead of you.
That you dive deeper into developing the talents that you have.
That you try things you’re a little scared of.
And that you have fun trying them.
That you fall down well, gracefully.
And that you pick yourself up, let yourself be picked up, and try again.
That you let yourself be taught, be trained, be shaped.
That you smile, which you already do so well.
That you fall in love with the God who made you and who adores you.
Happy Birthday, Glendy! Welcome to eight.
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31 Mar 2013 1 Comment
I don’t mind, really, when people come over.
WHich is good, because that happens rather much.
It’s almost all right, almost great,
when all those people and kids
are coming over all that time,
because they see my family
and that I don’t mind,
because I’m rather proud of it.
You see these people? These are my people.
And I like them.