The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us,
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.
In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.
To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:
stay together
learn the flowers
go light
He is addictive. He sees layers in this world around it and some of the layers he sees are not visible to me but he makes me consider the possibility that they do and perhaps that is his goal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Expecting our first child in 1976, my husband read this wonderful poem to me as we re-said our vows, after nine YEARS of marriage..... xoxo to G.S. always.....