I have a loved one-- my father-- who is afflicted with Alzheimer's Disease. It is not something I talk about easily, not even with my siblings who are doing the care-giving while I watch helplessly from the other side of the ocean. As I read though Poems That Come to Mind, there was one poem in particular that moved me to paint an etegami.
I sing to you
songs you taught me when I was small
songs from when you were small
not knowing the words would someday hold
more meaning than we could ever imagine
One of the many songs my music-loving father taught me "when I was small" was White Coral Bells. If I remember correctly, he taught it to us kids when we were squished uncomfortably into the back of the car, on one of the endless road trips that his job forced upon us. He taught us songs so we would forget to bicker amongst ourselves. It worked.
Upon a slender stalk
Lilies of the valley deck my garden walk
Oh, don't you wish that you might hear them ring?
That will happen only when the fairies sing.
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