It's a little hard to concentrate these days.
School is winding down.
Flip-flops and air-conditioning are ON.
I found this poem today and had to share it with you. Makes me want to sit down and cry a little bit...Happiness
by Joyce Sutpen
This was when my daughters were just children
playing on the rocky shore of the lake,
their hair in braids, their bright-colored jackets
tied around their waists. It was afternoon,
the shadows falling away, their faces
glowing with light. Whatever we said then
(and it must have been happy; it must have
been hopeful) is lost as I am now lost
from that life I lived. This was when nothing
that I wanted mattered, though all I wanted
was happiness, pure happiness, simple
as strawberries and cream in a saucer,
as curtains floating from a window sill,
as small pairs of shoes arranged in a row.