29 June 2009
24 June 2009
What Can I Say? The Girl Knows Her Mama
Real Song:
When dogs get up in the morning, they aways say "Good day."
When dogs get up in the morning, they aways say "Good day."
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
That is what they say, they say:
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
That is what they say.
Zora's Version:
When Mama gets up in the morning, she always says "Good day."
When Mama gets up in the morning, she always says "Good day."
"Coffee! Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!"
That is what she says, she says:
"Coffee! Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!"
That is what she says!
When dogs get up in the morning, they aways say "Good day."
When dogs get up in the morning, they aways say "Good day."
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
That is what they say, they say:
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
That is what they say.
Zora's Version:
When Mama gets up in the morning, she always says "Good day."
When Mama gets up in the morning, she always says "Good day."
"Coffee! Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!"
That is what she says, she says:
"Coffee! Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!"
That is what she says!
17 June 2009
16 June 2009
The Summer Day
This poem reminds of how much Zora teaches me about living life.
Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
14 June 2009
Death of a Bath Toy
Rodney lifts the squashed penguin from the tub and studies it. In the background, Zora is ladling dirty tub water into her mouth.
"This penguin has seen better days," he says. Water from a split seam in the penguin's butt drips down his arm. "It's a bit incontinent."
"This penguin has seen better days," he says. Water from a split seam in the penguin's butt drips down his arm. "It's a bit incontinent."