In case
When you wake up one morning and lie there wondering who you are, it helps to have people who have known you forever. When you go through the day wondering when you stopped laughing, or if you ever laughed much, it is especially helpful. When it dawns on you that you are not doing any of the things you thought you would, and that who you essentially are is drastically different than how you imagined, you cry. You weep buckets. I don't tickle and wrestle and sing much with this little man. He cannot handle it. The love that I have to give seems too much for him, and not being able to give it is excruciating. So much so that I have, on occasion, forgotten who I am. I wrote something a while back about a nickname that reminded me.
And somehow recognized
How easily the world would come
Along to stomp it out
Instead of fanning precious flames
I'd smother them with doubt
My father called me Sparky
And I wonder if he knew
That someday I'd remember it
While searching for a clue
Of Who I Am and where I've gone
And how to get Me back
I think perhaps it was a gift
How easily the world would come
Along to stomp it out
Instead of fanning precious flames
I'd smother them with doubt
My father called me Sparky
And I wonder if he knew
That someday I'd remember it
While searching for a clue
Of Who I Am and where I've gone
And how to get Me back
I think perhaps it was a gift
In case I got off track
posted by Sarah @ 10:44 AM
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1 Comments:
dear heart, so amazing to read this whole thing, but especially this "Poem" about yourself that you wrote a while back, kinda like a knowing that you were on a wild ride! You will always be Sparky to us, we are in awe of your work. Love, Ma
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