(Post 225)
Categories: uncategorized
Date: 22 May 2007 20:08:00
There's something like a line of gold
thread running
through a man's
words when he talks
to his daughter, and
gradually over the
years it gets to be
long enough for you
to pick up in your
hands and weave
into a cloth that feels
like love itself.
John Gregory Brown
(This is now my favourite picture of Rosie.
I took it with my mobile phone while she was playing with her brother.)