if you stare at it long enough/ the mountain becomes unclimbable.
tally it up. how much time have you spent / waiting for the soup to cool?
icicles hang from january gutters / only as long as they can.
fingers pause above piano keys for the chord / that will not form.
slam them down / i say. make music of what you can.
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3 comments:
This reminds me once when my Johnathon was little "Johnanthon, what would YOU like to do today" I as I was driving, "Let's go over there Momma" as his little finger pointed to the mountains "It's to far sweety" "No, just drive straight and we'll be there" I should have just slammed my foot on the gas pedal and went... I made sweet music in my head this morning as I thought about my brother, sweet music to my thoughts and his ears!!
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!
Hugs always~
Annete
How very, very true!! I love this, Kimberly. (((hugs)))
Love it!...Yes, play on! "Make music of what you can"
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