Long, long ago, at the end of another century, my brother Dave
and his wife Peggy brought Mom to California for a visit and
we all went up to youngest sister Marjory's place near Mendocino.
Here we were looking out over the ocean and I looked back at them!
I have always liked this picture of Peggy, who is a person
who really knows how to create good fun wherever she is.
My Mom loved this trip!
I also like the way the light comes through the trees
in the background; it is very "California" and reminds me
of woodcuts done by Western artists early in the 20th century.
Swinging from Parents
The child walks between her father and mother,
holding their hands.She makes the shape of the y
at the end of infancy, and lifts her feet
the way the y pulls up its feet, and swings
like the v in love, between an o and an e
who are strong and steady and as far as she knows
will be there to swing from forever. Sometimes
who are strong and steady and as far as she knows
will be there to swing from forever. Sometimes
her father, using his free hand, points to something
and says its name, the way the arm of the r
points into the future at the end of father.
Or the r at the end of forever. It’s that forever
Or the r at the end of forever. It’s that forever
the child puts her trust in, lifting her knees,
swinging her feet out over the world.
Ted Kooser
Ted Kooser
Splitting an Order, Copper Canyon Press, 2014, page 12.
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