But
On January 1, 2013, I resolved not to cuss so much
but hell, that one went to shitsville before noon. I resolved
to not be so fussy when it comes to fiction but then
Louise Erdrich uses a phrase like ‘small-time hypocrites’
and I vowed once more that I shall keep my eyes from
worthless prose. I resolved to not coddle my kids so much
but then I remembered the ashen parents of Sandy Hook
who I betcha would plead with me to go on and coddle
like there’s no tomorrow. I resolved to wear fancier blue jeans,
maybe a pair with curly stitching on the back pockets to
draw your gaze to my rear, but then I slipped on my old
faded Levis and was sore ashamed at such adulterous
thoughts. And last but not least on the very first day of
such an august new year I resolved to not try to be optimistic,
pessimistic, or realistic; but I will gladly exclaim I did
rededicate my days to the dogged pursuit of tenderness.
We should all rededicate our days to “the dogged pursuit of tenderness.” Lovely poem.
Thank you, Teresa.
Nothin’ wrong with cussing in your Levi’s.
Yes, some things just fit.
Amen.
Thanks, Sarah…I hope you are well.
Love this. And tenderness is the very best resolution I can think of. Good to let all those others just slide away.
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I love “dogged pursuit of tenderness.”
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There is an echoing of amens here . Tender amen.
This is so lovely!