Background music
Clean baby smell--it's more than just Johnson's baby wash.
Our makeshift Easy-bake oven with mini pans in the toaster oven.
All four of us with simultaneous naps!
Having this poem by NM Bodecker run through my mind:
I never know
just where to go,
when all the world
is full of snow.
I don’t want
to make a track
not even
to the shed and back.
I only want
to watch and wait,
while snow moths settle
on the gate.
And swarming frost flakes
fill the trees
with billions
of albino bees.
I only want
myself to be
as silent as
a winter tree.
To hear the swirling
stillness grow
when all the world
is full of snow.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
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