Thursday, March 21, 2013


Photo by S. Auberle

An old poem I may have posted long ago, but it's how I'm feeling today...

And when you 
finally sit them down,
these busy little souls
with stars and suns
shining in their eyes
they want to know everything--
like who tore that moon in half,
and does the wind sing
trees to sleep, 
and they believe you understand
what this world is all about
when, in fact, you know
less each day, and suddenly
it doesn't seem important
to know any more,
even though they're looking
at you for answers
and you can only reply
love, just love...

~  mimi


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