learning to see
Enjoying the deep, rich centres was effortless, but
there came a day when wanderlust descended:
I began to move my crayon
toward the borders of the
paper in search of
the clenching joy
of fuzzy
edges.
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April 20th, 2010 at 3:36 am
oh yeah… now thaz a real moment indeed!!! come closer
April 20th, 2010 at 3:42 am
Three cheers for fuzzy edges
From
A rich centre dweller
April 20th, 2010 at 4:58 am
I
remember you
exploring the format
of paper. Off the
edges to the
chilly linoleum
floor.
How
many times
have I told
my students that story.
They always liked
stories about
you.
My
favorite was
when you said
your very first sentence,
the same day
that you
drew
your
first deliberate
circle. You said
“Daddy, I love you.”
two complete thoughts
marked you
forever.
By
the way.
You had better
believe I love you
too more than
you can
imagine!