Today’s memory is brought to you via our Christmas Letter from 1977. Just so you know … We have five children, our youngest being born May 5, 1977, and our oldest turning 9 on December 9, 1977.
I’ve been hearing some of the words of the following poem in my mind today. It’s been one of my favorite poems since I was just a little girl. The other thing that has been in my mind is a picture of Albrecht Durer’s Praying Hands. Mother gave me a small copy…
Kim suggested I enter my poem, It’s How You Run Your Race, in a writing contest she found on this fun blog by Michelle Mitchell, a mother from Alaska. I have to admit, after I read the rules it is a perfect entry. I should be eating from the winner’s box of Clementines from Spain…
Look at the beautiful golden leaves that are still on the trees up and down our street. Ordinarily our leaves don’t even change…
I was thinking of poop today … don’t even know why … and
I had such fun last night reading out of a journal I
kept years and years ago … 1976 … when I had four small children and was expecting the fifth. I had no idea then how much fun it would be to read now, when I’m in my sixties and MY children are that age.
A new friend of mine, Sixty, had a post that reminded me of this poem I wrote about Daylight Savings Time. Most people have already had their “Fall Back” … which I never can remember if that means I set my clock back or ahead. It isn’t what you’d think it would be that’s for sure. All I know is…
For a long while we just stood there,
one foot on each side of a deep, mountain chasm.
Then suddenly it separated farther,
forcing us to jump hand in hand to the other side.
Sweet baby girl, so tiny, so new to earth
Unknowing, yet full of infinite wisdom and grace,
I see that mixture deep within her eyes.
In nineteen seventy-seven, I was seven months with child,
I had a rare experience. In fact it was quite wild.
