sunmamma:
When I die, she said, I'm coming back as a tree with deep roots & I'll wave my leaves at the children every morning on their way to school & whisper tree songs at night in their dreams.
sunmamma:
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
sunmamma:
I will always remember the day the sun shone dark on your hair & I forgot where we were & kissed you lightly on the nose & suddenly there was no more secret.
sunmamma:
"this is a special balancing trick that requires a small child to stay completely still (so it's still only theoretical)" Story People
sunmamma:
summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ~Henry James
sunmamma:
There was a boy with skin as dark as the earth & a girl with eyes as blue as the deep & they loved each other so well that people could not tell them apart, for in their hearts, there was no difference between them.
sunmamma:
"St. Patrick's Day is an enchanted time - a day to begin transforming winter's dreams into summer's magic" ~Adrienne Cook
sunmamma:
There was a boy with skin as dark as the earth & a girl with eyes as blue as the deep & they loved each other so well that people could not tell them apart, for in their hearts, there was no difference between them.
sunmamma:
He is self-conscious because everyone knows he has wings but they've never seen him fly. Now & then there will be a feather in odd places or maybe a footprint to show he was there.
