always saying goodbye always saying hello
June 21, 2009
with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness
there is nothing else…
(jobs are waiting)
put the tiny shells
in your pockets
i tell the boys
so the big ones won’t crush them
two buddies -
they are eleven
never to be eleven again
the breeze takes my tears
2003
June 21, 2009 at 4:04 am
Eleven was a good year, I must say.
I could have cared less about a bath.
Happy Father’s Day to you and yours!
June 22, 2009 at 3:19 am
Ditching work to spend time with your kids is a lovely image, thank you.
I hope you had a good time with your own, alas.
June 23, 2009 at 8:49 pm
Thank you Uncle Tree! (Still married to Aunt Hill?). Yes, at eleven – the more dirt rings the better. Dirt bling.
PS your url link back is not working. Would you like me to fix that?
PPS I was going to write “would you like me to rectify that” but I changed it to “fix” realizing that the former sounded like a line from a Mae West movie.
Amy, I hope you got a chance to spend some time with family or close friends.
Being a parent is living a double life, one of bliss yet one of worry. I think a good reaction is to maximize the bliss side of things by doing fun stuff. But at another level, parents need to transcend fear in cerebral, philosophical and spiritual ways.
June 24, 2009 at 7:00 pm
As you wish,Qazse.
Not that it will make any difference.
I’ve never seen that name before.
Would you mind telling me how you pronounce it?
Oh, and I like your peace sign, and your hand. UT
June 25, 2009 at 9:50 pm
“k+OZZIE” = qazse
“Cosby – B” = qazse
It is the peace sign on the left of your keyboard
It is the “V” on the left of your keyboard
The hand on the avatar is my friend Karen’s beautiful hand with QAZSE in magic marker. It was meant to be a prototype but has endured.