words with echo
last night was dark
raining,
a dripping
gray
pit
i sat at the dinner table for a long time staring at a piece of paper
i was going to write a card
an inspiring letter to my friend
i drew blank
i had nothing inspiring to say
nothing uplifting
or happy
or even a funny joke
i stared at the paper
everntually i just started drawing circles
and circles
and circles
then staring out the window
i got out the watercolors
thinking that would help
nothing
i looked through some of my favorite books
for an inspiring or helpful quote, since my own mind kept coming up empty
the words all smooshed together
into a meaningless drivel
blah blah blah
the spirit this, the human heart that, our lives are..... dot dot dot
what difference does it make
there arent any words
for this
late into the night Ode woke
"helllooo!??" he yelled from his room
i went into his room to see what was wrong
he was standing in his bed, hair sticking up straight off his head
"whats the matter monkey?" i asked
"i dont know" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes
i hugged him and stood there for a minute
"Mama" he whispers
"what honey"
he puts his arms around my neck and squeezes me
"you are my best friend" he whispers
i choked on my reply
i dont know what it is about wee little guys
they seem to sense
when us grown ups are hurting
and know JUST what to say
his words are still creating an echo
today
i am still hearing them
and it reminds me
all that is important in this life is
this
love
raining,
a dripping
gray
pit
i sat at the dinner table for a long time staring at a piece of paper
i was going to write a card
an inspiring letter to my friend
i drew blank
i had nothing inspiring to say
nothing uplifting
or happy
or even a funny joke
i stared at the paper
everntually i just started drawing circles
and circles
and circles
then staring out the window
i got out the watercolors
thinking that would help
nothing
i looked through some of my favorite books
for an inspiring or helpful quote, since my own mind kept coming up empty
the words all smooshed together
into a meaningless drivel
blah blah blah
the spirit this, the human heart that, our lives are..... dot dot dot
what difference does it make
there arent any words
for this
late into the night Ode woke
"helllooo!??" he yelled from his room
i went into his room to see what was wrong
he was standing in his bed, hair sticking up straight off his head
"whats the matter monkey?" i asked
"i dont know" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes
i hugged him and stood there for a minute
"Mama" he whispers
"what honey"
he puts his arms around my neck and squeezes me
"you are my best friend" he whispers
i choked on my reply
i dont know what it is about wee little guys
they seem to sense
when us grown ups are hurting
and know JUST what to say
his words are still creating an echo
today
i am still hearing them
and it reminds me
all that is important in this life is
this
love


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