Tonight Phil and I watched the movie The Peaceful Warrior--I highly recommend it. Because of that, it's late and I'm not up to much cleverness--as usual, actually--I don't have any of Mrs. Bird's or The Scottish Dreamer's stories--Mrs. Bird was here on the lawn swings last night but I didn't get any good stories--it was so darn cold we could hardly talk--and I'm out of nonsense to blather about. So, I'm posting a thought I wrote the other day about my mom when I was missing her. The "missing her" seems to be coming more often now. Anyway, here it is:
First and Last
A daughter first, and at the end.
She'll gather me like a child,
with skinned knees.
"I've been misssing you," she'll say.
"Me too," I'll say and over her shoulder I'll see my two dads,
my sister, and the children I never knew.
And it will begin.