|My girls, sitting on the dock after sunrise.|
Just home from a short vacation -- visited my parents in Arkansas, and also savored this beautiful view from the deck of the rental we shared with my sister and brother-in-law.
Though my girls are no longer little, today's poem prompted a mix of memories (from make-believe in a living room to walking in woods with a small child) that over the years has left me, as the poet says at the end of the poem -- do go read the whole thing, it's very short -- with "a feeling near holy."
Levinas asked if we have the right
To be the way I ask my sons
If they’d like to be trees
(Read the whole poem here, at Poets.org.)
The round up today is at Mainely Write.