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Stellenbosch in the evening, looking for a way back home, we stumbled upon more street art, this time two suitcases full of hope. I was about to steal them and thought better of it - I have hope enough already. And indeed I have some to spread to others. This weekend my baby comes home from Oklahoma - oh yay, oh yay, oh yay! And I will be waving from a Heathrow terminal, shouting, 'I'll get your bags.' And in thinking about her I am reminded that she will soon be twenty but I have known her since she was being ventoused. Seeing her next day, all pink and swaddled reminds me of a poem by good Paul Hetherington (one of my faves) called 'Acts Themselves Trivial' which has the most amazing ending couplet:
Folding yet another nappy
from the flung pile
still warm from the line
is remembering a twelve-hours-old
child, amazement, uncertainty...
as if acts themselves trivial
define the enormity of love.
Folding yet another nappy
from the flung pile
still warm from the line
is remembering a twelve-hours-old
child, amazement, uncertainty...
as if acts themselves trivial
define the enormity of love.
The whole poem can be seen for free and bought here for only $2
which is a bargain. But my small, signed collection hosting this poem is another treasure that I carry in my suitcase of hope, which I hope I pass on as love - Taxi!
which is a bargain. But my small, signed collection hosting this poem is another treasure that I carry in my suitcase of hope, which I hope I pass on as love - Taxi!
