Friday, May 31, 2013

Time flies

Maya, at 8 months
Nova, at 8 months
Here's a poem for Amanda this morning.

Happiness

This was when my daughters were just children
playing on the rocky shore of the lake,

their hair in braids, their bright-colored jackets
tied around their waists. It was afternoon,

the shadows falling away, their faces
glowing with light. Whatever we said then

(and it must have been happy; it must have
been hopeful) is lost as I am now lost

from that life I lived. This was when nothing
that I wanted mattered, though all I wanted

was happiness, pure happiness, simple
as strawberries and cream in a saucer,

as curtains floating from a window sill,
as small pairs of shoes arranged in a row. 

by Joyce Sutphen


2 comments:

  1. Thanks Mom! Oh, time..it is flying way too fast. The highlight of Nova's day was Jello for the first time!

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  2. You mean she had to wait until she was almost FOUR to get some Jello? We were weaned on the stuff!
    :-) Love, Mom and John

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