...my daughter pulled her old portable keyboard into mother's room and is playing her song list.
I am listening from the kitchen as I cook dinner.
Snow falls with disregard.
This wouldn't be happening were my mother well,
tucked in her own home,
instead of mine...
Very true.
ReplyDeleteI finally found Birdie's yesterday.. she was closed but I hope to go there soon and see your Vintage Garden Knits in person.
Stay warm.
This post could only have been written by a true zen master. I bow to you, oh wise one.
ReplyDeleteHang in there.
ReplyDeleteI hope the music is comforting to you.
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Like Holly said, hang in there.
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