Mr. Fluffles
Photo by Amy LV
Henry's Cross for Mr. Fluffles
Photo by Amy LV
Students - I'm sometimes confused by life, how it comes and goes and is so quickly full of hellos and goodbyes. Our bunny Fluffles died in the fall, and his empty hutch still sits out in the yard. This morning as I walked up to the barn, I saw it and felt that small sad pang in my heart.
But even as I remember that fluffy little guy, there are so many today-joys to bring me forward. Yesterday I met with Suzanne Hunter's second grade class in Holland, NY, and we talked about how our bodies are full of all kinds of feelings: happy, sad, serious, silly...and when we write, we can explore any one we wish.
Today when you write, just be quiet inside for a few moments. See what feeling, what idea comes to the top. Listen to it; let it guide your pencil.
Margaret Brown's THE DEAD BIRD, reminds me to love life even in the face of loss. This book surely rang in my heart as I wrote today's poem.
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
Read the rest of the poem here.
Today's npr StoryCorps speaks to cherishing our days too. Life is so precious.
Thank you to Jim for hosting today's Poetry Friday over at Hey, Jim Hill! There you will find all kinds of poetry goodness to sustain you through the week.
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