Thursday, July 09, 2009


I'm sitting on the porch sharing a plum with the babies (well, actually just Evan, Amelie just spit out her first bite and wanted no part of it after that). I can't help but be reminded of the poem....

This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

And on this afternoon, I can't help but think about Michael Jackson, who won't be able to watch his children grow up, to be there for them, and share in moments like this. And of my dad, and my aunt, who aren't here to see my kids childhood. And Tim Russert, who should have lived to see grandchildren. Makes you count your blessings.