Dear Jen,
I put this in an email. A reply to your 5:35 message. I typed it all out and almost hit send, but thought it better to post it here, where we ARE free, where we CAN be. Where I feel our bond most strong, most clear, and most alive.
I love you!
Sarah
omg i wish
i could
steal you away
and the kids
i’d take them too
and we could all go to a retreat
in the woods
with a high energy sitter who happens to drive a tractor
and keeps backhoes and bulldozers handy for serious excavation
and the kids could dig a tunnel
or 200
and create a world of mazes so elaborate
that they would forget that we exist
and we could write
and drink wine
and talk about no men
feel no boredom
or wrath
but only glee
and freedom
with one another
for hours and days on end
no eyes watching
no expectations
the kids can eat with their hands
off the dirt floor of their cave
and we can toss them in a lake with a bar of soap
and cool sitter can tell stories
and they can sleep
soundly
for 12 hours or more
and we can stay up late
hear our laughter echo across the lake
smile
sigh
say sister
sister, i love you
i love you madly and forever
i wish i could steal you away
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Tried to write a thorough response to post. But I am too beat down. Thank you for this. I missed our laughing phone conversations this weekend. Coulda used a chuckle over just about anything, because there just wasn’t a whole lotta funny happening here. Ugh.
i envy you, guys! didn’t have a sister… following back from MBC :)
Dang it. I might have to give you another award…
A sitter who drives a tractor…hell yeah!
Wonderful poem! I love its energy and tenderness.
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