Today was a wonderfully busy day with one of my favourite people. We did some Doors Open, some gluten-free market tasting, some plant buying and a wonderful walk (and a few songs) down memory lane.
Wonderful stuff but stuff that left me behind in my blog post department.
No fear! I was introduced to this lovely/funny/chaotic poem this week in one of my classes. I loved it because I could feel myself relate on both sides of the equation – the mom thinking I knew what I needed to do to push someone out of their comfort zone ‘for their own good’ and being the child having to give something up which I was sure I was not ready to part with yet.
It’s a bit of a cheat to showcase someone else’s work perhaps – but there it is!
Self-Portrait with the Ashes of My Baby Blanket
By Diane Seuss
Ashes, because she set fire to it in the burn barrel.
Leave her alone, with your newfangledness.
I was a clingy, fearful thumb-sucker, and she knew I needed reinventing.
She tore it away and I screamed and she burned it.
Begone, soft, pale yellow. She knew if I kept it I’d stumble over it
the rest of my life, how far I would travel without it
and how many strange birds I would trap
in the story of its burning.