Once again… Mt. St. Helen’s ash glass. Shiny. And that is all I have to say about it.
Today is a milestone in my beautiful daughter’s life. She has officially stepped onto the first rung of the teenage ladder. It is bittersweet for me, as it is just one more step closer to her adulthood. But for now, while I have her close, I will continue to guide her, to love her and to appreciate every moment, good or bad.
Happy birthday, to my sweet girl.
Being Young And Green by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Never in the world will I to living wight
Give over, air my mind
Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind
To be shredded and faded—
Oh, me, invaded
And sacked by the wind and the sun!
Here we are at another Day One, months after I said I would never do this again. And I think this one may be more of a challenge with the additional work I have unwittingly given myself. They say that some are wise and some are otherwise. I shall reserve my judgment for now…
If I were grown and free,
I’d have a gown of reddest red
As fine as you could see,
To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
Upon a Summer day,
And there’d be one to see me so
And flip the world away.
And he would be a gallant one,
With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
And lips too warm for lies.
I always saw us, gay and good,
High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood….
I have the silly gown.