"And Now You Know Why She Won't Break Down and Cry..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

When I went for my walk to-day, there was a funeral up at the church. I didn't realise it until I was there, and then I sort of stumbled around trying to stay out of everyone's way until they left.

Then I read The Chimneys of Green Knowe in the graveyard. I love that book, and I missed it.

I felt like it was my fault about fannore. All day. Because for so long I couldn't believe something wasn't going to go wrong, and kept thinking that, and then something did go wrong. So I felt like it was my fault. And then Mum sat me down and talked to me and told me it wasn't so.

I feel better now. But I want to be like tiamatschild. There's something about her that I wish I had right now.

I also want to live by the ocean, but that's just a fancy.

Someone contacted me and asked me for a poem of twenty-four lines or less for one of those imaginary international poetry contests, so I just tossed off this:

They said stars for you
Because when you reached out
Your fingers curled around the stars

When I wanted to give you something
I found a moon
Lying in the snow

And I thought your fingers would like that
Just as well
Because you liked to hold things

It was the first time I
Had ever wished anyone
The moon

It felt so good
When you smiled