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