Homely creatures in the hereafter: To my father’s own astonishment, and everyone else’s as well, he outlived my mother by three years. They had been married for over sixty years, and had become like a team of little horses in harness, pulling a heavy load together, or like two trees grown into one gnarled trunk. He kept going in that astounding new world, where he was alone for the first time in his life. And he told us “When I die, I’m going to find a mule, and go looking for Nina.”
I dearly like to think of that quest, and that reunion, and whatever the good Lord had in store for them.
Wonderful. For some reason after reading this, I was drawn to retrieve and view the first of Thomas Cole's series of paintings, "The Voyage of Life." That first painting is "Childhood." If you have a sufficiently high resolution graphic format, you can zoom in on the luxuriant flora along the riverbank. The whole painting seems to capture the aura of childlike wonder your poem evokes. Thank you.
This is absolutely beautiful.
Your poem evokes the yearning we have for the place where we want to be, the place where we truly belong: Home.
The Home at the world’s end.
Sometimes I have no words but must just stand in wonder and awe. This is one of those times. I think I will be coming back to this post often.
Homely creatures in the hereafter: To my father’s own astonishment, and everyone else’s as well, he outlived my mother by three years. They had been married for over sixty years, and had become like a team of little horses in harness, pulling a heavy load together, or like two trees grown into one gnarled trunk. He kept going in that astounding new world, where he was alone for the first time in his life. And he told us “When I die, I’m going to find a mule, and go looking for Nina.”
I dearly like to think of that quest, and that reunion, and whatever the good Lord had in store for them.
Wonderful. For some reason after reading this, I was drawn to retrieve and view the first of Thomas Cole's series of paintings, "The Voyage of Life." That first painting is "Childhood." If you have a sufficiently high resolution graphic format, you can zoom in on the luxuriant flora along the riverbank. The whole painting seems to capture the aura of childlike wonder your poem evokes. Thank you.