A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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As I get even more irrelevant, a belated happy birthday wish to you, Todd! You were born in the year of the horse. You have the same sign as the following personages: Michael Moore, Sarah Polley, Hu Jintao, Boris Yeltsin, and Ang Lee. I have been getting a bit obsessed with this matter of the Chinese Zodiac for the past couple of days, as you might gather from my website. Wikipedia has a good set of descriptions of Chinese astrology, as well.
Cheers, mate. I hope your is a wonderful year! I am happy to see that you are still achieving many many successes despite all the challenges, past, present, and future!