The girl who was once from NYC, transplanted to the sticky trap of the CT countryside. Teacher, singer, writer, hippie chick. Dancer along the path through the dark.
~May words and music and laughter light the way to kindred spirits, kind of heart~
Also a Mommy. That's the most important thing that's happened along the way, but not what this blog will be about.
What kind of love
do you want?
That won’t last, dear,
when it’s 5.30pm
on a Tuesday afternoon
and you’re at the petrol station
and you just filled up
and you’ve forgotten your purse,
you’ll want the love
that makes someone
leave their house or job
and bring it to you.
( *merisongbird added a note: I love this poem. It’s so true. Plus it made me laugh. BUT, I guess I want both, all rolled into one person. I guess that’s pretty funny, too.)