In a roundabout way, that's how I found myself owning this book
It seemed like an innocuous enough little picture book, with a sweet parent-to-child poem.
But a few lines in there made me catch my voice in my throat and brought 100 mph tears to quiver in my ducts. Especially reading " I am your quiet place, You are my wild" it to a certain 4-year old.
You can find the poem without illustrations here.
Something about telling your child, "I am your Peace on Earth"...... makes me fall all to pieces.
1 comment:
i don't have any kids right now.
i suppose i should be reading jane austen novels instead....
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