Hummingbird
For Tess
Suppose I say summer,
write the word "hummingbird,"
put it in an envelope,
take it down the hill
to the box. When you open
my letter you will recall
those days and how much,
just how much, I love you.
Raymond Carver, All of Us.
Half Changed World
dc mom/policy wonk's musings on work, parenthood, gender, politics, and the rest of life
For WhyMommy
