Not even two months into the year and it already feels as if I have lived several lifetimes, over and over again. And, believe it or not, very little of it has to do with looking after D. Or maybe the arrival of D two and a half years ago
Our local library, the Burlington Public Library, is particularly generous. One can borrow up to 50 books at a time! And it seems we can renew the books as many times as we please. So far I have renewed several books for D six or seven times. Unless someone has
I feel like I must say something to record this moment in time even though I've long realised that words are entirely futile when it comes to recording life events that have to do with D and KrA.
The child continues to astonish me with his endless capacity for empathy,
As the year draws to a close, I bring to you with a poem by Christopher Morley. A poem about the poetry that a child is ...
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The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold,
Of being only four years old.
Still young enough
Every reference to my childhood mischiefs entails a recollection by my maternal aunt of how I used to grab a mug of water and proceed to wash a handkerchief in the middle of the living room of my maternal grandparents’ home, a place that no longer exists in the physical
Oh, the simple beauty of this tale. Every reading tugs at my heart strings.
The author, whose You Can Do It, Sam is another of D’s favourites, employs a simple way of comparing the heart-achingly similar lives of two neighbours - Bunny and Dog - who share a fence.
The 100 Day Project
I am just an imagination, A respite from the present's realm, Far away from this day's heartaches, I seek shelter in tomorrow's shattered dreams...