I sing to my daughter
in the dark and discover
I am nine again, and
hear the voice of my own
mother, singing
from outside the window
the river fills in the spaces
where the song ends
before it begins again, and then
there is only the river
Once again, thank you, thank you, Rosemerry. Tears of joy.
Dear Betsy,
I am always so happy to see your name in the response box … sending you so much love,
r
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Wednesday, September 27, 2017 at 7:11 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Before Sleep”