And because she is wise
in the ways the young are,
my daughter, frightened and weeping,
asked between sobs
for a happy story.
There are times when a story
is the best remedy—
not because it takes us away
from the truth but because
it leads us closer in.
I told her the story of her birth,
and we laughed until
it was my turn to cry as I realized
no matter how scary the world,
what a miracle, the birth of a child.
Then, as fear made a sneaky return,
we whispered a list of things we
were grateful for, falling asleep with these
words on our breaths: cats, books, rivers,
home, family, soft blankets, music.
Beautiful. thank you.
Oh Drew, hugs to you. Virtual, perhaps, but big and warm
Thank you 🙏❤️
thank you, Nina. Oh these days …
Beautiful. Another of your entirely necessary pieces I’m sharing with the Free Range Learning community.
Thank you dear Laura … How i adore you. xoox