We were shopping for children’s books today, for six months old to nine years old and found some beauties with which to entertain the LiveWires later this month. While we in the bookshop there was an author event going on, Craig Green writing a story with young customers. It was a delight to hear the contributions for their 26 words story and his lovely way of using their suggestions.
Today’s poem in Poem for the Day is this little beauty from Raymond Carver who died on this day in1988. To love and be loved really is all that matters.
Big, big sorting today on another rain-filled day – this time through all my writings from when our son was very ill soon after being born. My notes take us from Day 11 of his little life, his three heart operations, (though today, reading just the first two was enough), my poems, the little things I have kept from those days. We have both cried this afternoon, reading and remembering, but the beautiful thing is that, despite the odds, 50/50; then 60/40 and again 60/40 against his survival, he and his twin sister are almost 40 and he is himself the Father of twins. One day soon, I shall write up the whole experience, the horrors and the delights, the successes and the mistakes, the lovely things that were said and some of the shocking thoughtless words said by people who should have known better.
Here is a photo of the garden a few moments ago when the sun came out after a day of rain reminding us of how the sun shone in our lives as our lovely boy and his three lovely siblings grew to be such wonderful, thoughtful, kind and much loved adults.
August 4, 2017 at 2:40 pm
Raymonds words resonate – thank you for sharing them.
August 4, 2017 at 2:52 am
What is that black sculpture? It looks like one of the dancing goats from the Sound of Music (“high on a hill stood a lonely goatherd . . . “)
August 4, 2017 at 3:58 am
It is our Welly Dog, otherwise known as a Tinner’s Hound made by David Kemp, a local artist.It is made out of old wellington boots left behind when the tin mine at Geevor closed down. If you put welly dog into my search area you will discover the ones in our town and how I came to own one. 🙂
August 2, 2017 at 8:19 pm
The smiles and the tears,
Looking back over years,
The pleasure and the pain,
Of getting mugged down Memory Lane.
August 2, 2017 at 9:27 pm
Indeed, mugged down Memory Lane does describe this afternoon. Thank you for this. 🙂
August 2, 2017 at 9:37 pm
I think many of us are prone to this. Photo albums and old boxes full of ”treasure” can sometimes be a minefield to negotiate.
But it’s part of being human as well, is it not?