I'll Share This Poem From Maggie Smith
Rain, New Year's Eve The rain is a broken piano, playing the same note over and over. My five year-old said that. Already she knows loving the world means loving the wobbles you can't shim, the creaks you can't oil silent-the jerry-rigged parts, MacGyvered with twine and chewing gum. Let me love the cold rain's plinking. Let me love the world the way I love my young son, not only when he cups my face in his sticky hands, but when, roughhousing, he accidentally splits my lip. Let me love the world like a mother. Let me be tender when it lets me down. Let me listen to the rain's one note and hear a beginner's song. -Maggie Smith
