Both Dennis and I feel so lucky that we have somehow managed to produce a daughter like Zoe. Her jabber, her spontaneous songs, her bright smile, her affectionate ways all bring joy to us. Zoe has been especially affectionate to me. She would say, "I love you, Mama Bird!" or "You are my sweet, purple butterfly." I am taking care to savor it. I imagine that this love, if we are lucky, will stay and grow. But she would probably express it less exuberantly over time as she seeks independence and separation.
Anyhow, I was inspired to revisit some of William Blake's poetry this evening and I thought this is how I feel about Zoe and and bun 2.
Nurse's Song - Songs of Innocence
When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away,
Till the morning appears in the skies.'
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away,
Till the morning appears in the skies.'
'No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all covered with sheep.'
'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.'
The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed,
And all the hills echoed.
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all covered with sheep.'
'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.'
The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed,
And all the hills echoed.
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