Sunday, May 21, 2017

Two Feelings At The Same Time

Clementine sang this song the other day and I had no idea she knew it.

A salesperson asked Josie when her birthday was and she answered, to my astonishment: July.

I thought of this poem, What is Supposed to Happen, by Naomi Shihab Nye:

When you were small,
we watched you sleeping,
waves of breath
filling your chest.
Sometimes we hid behind
the wall of baby, soft cradle
of baby needs.
I loved carrying you between
my own body and the world.
Now you are sharpening pencils,
entering the forest of
lunch boxes, little desks.
People I never saw before
call out your name
and you wave.
This loss I feel,
this shrinking,
as your field of roses
grows and grows….
Now I understand history.
Now I understand my mother’s
ancient eyes.

(Sometimes you feel two feelings at the same time - and that's ok.)


  1. Wonderful Naomi. I haven't seen her in a few years. She used to stop by my library for chat every now and then, but I guess she has gotten too busy. A librarian colleague of mine, who recently passed away, was also a poet and they sometimes did readings together. What a treasure for our city.