photo by Ezra
Yesterday we went to Marks Meadow for the End of the Year/End of Marks Meadow (sort of) Picnic. Food, friends, families, neighbors, yummy desserts, a dunking booth with a good natured principal inside, a parade, singing, a rocket launch. It was Wonderful. The kids all received beautiful yearbooks and tee shirts.
Henry's O.T added a poem under her photo in the yearbook that really resonated.
Famous Poem- Naomi Shihab Nye
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to the silence.
Which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth.
More famous than the dress shoe.
Which is famous only to floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries
And not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets.
Sticky children in grocery lines.
Famous as the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous.
Or a buttonhole, not because it did anything
But because it never forgot what it could do.
This poem reminds me of what you are drawing, Emily.
Good vibes are being sent to Tina and Mark and Arlo. I can't wait to meet the new babe.
And also to Rana and Jona. We love him already.