For my daughter.

I could have written much better if maybe, I had been interrupted much less.

I should have proved a more effective person if I had not been obliged to spend time and energy learning to believe in myself, and my purposes, regardless of overwhelmingly inspiring times I have had the privilege to live through.

That you, who, hopefully, have been spared this particular battle, will live to heightened achievements, till now undreamed of, will make your own contribution to the future, is a constant and hopeful joy for me,

your mother…

Time and Eternity

“I felt a funeral in my brain, and mourners to and fro kept treading, treading till I felt that sense was breaking through. And when they all were seated, a service, like a drum, kept beating, beating, till I felt my mind was going numb. And then I heard them lift a box and creak across my soul with those same boots of lead again, then space began to toll, as if the heavens were a bell and being were an ear, and I, and silence, some strange race wrecked, solitary, here. Just then, a plank in reason broke, and I fell down and down and hit a world at every plunge, and finished knowing then.”

Emily Dickinson


The world looks different now,

From where I stand today.

It used to shine a vibrant yellow

Now casts a silent shadow grey

Beyond fantastic journeys,

Towards a cruel decay

And yet, somewhere,

Not, much too far away…

A tired wary child

Sits secretly at play

As a single star,

Shoots silently

Beyond the closing night.