inspired by “First Steps” (after Millet) by Vincent Van Gogh and a song by the same name by Kayleen Asbo
Precious as the first pale green of spring
those first awkward steps of a child.
How we cheer their innocent tottering.
How we celebrate the very thing
that will lead our child away
from the safety of our arms.
Memory is like a Dutch painter
who insists on portraying
a child’s first steps
in only the loveliest hues,
and the frame contains
only lyrical hope,
and each brush stroke
is dipped in tenderness,
and we don’t yet know
how hard it will be to let go,
how the sweetest songs end
long before the heart is ready.
Heartbreakingly beautiful.
Thank you, Sherry … one step at a time, all of us …
Tying this to yesterday morn’s conversation about first steps, (How do you do it? By doing it.), I’m seeing the Universe being the parent, here, to our countless first steps.
And, oh! Kayleen Asbo, from Emerging Form, a year and a half ago.
yes!
we do it by doing it … exactly so …
So gorgeous and filled with aching light. Thank you Rosemerry
thank you Karly. Isn’t that true–how the light changes everything, and how it can hold us, the light of a memory