Sometimes a favorite poet's turn of phrase unchains a train of thoughts..
"Days I have held, days I have lost,days that outgrow, like daughters, my harbouring arms."
Midsummer, Tobago - written by Derek Walcott
Isn't that just how time has gone by ? Only that I could not describe it quite as heartrendingly as Walcott. You have heroes for a reason. In their words your thoughts reach a sublime level. J is growing at a pace that scares me. The little 6 pound something baby has come a long way and the years have been barely 4. She like the days themselves outgrow me. I love J like I never knew I was capable of loving - so I can't even tell if what I feel is really love.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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