Eloquent & sturdy kids are signs of hope.
A renewed energy for the moral & physical health of our country.
We need signs, just like the 1st Peoples who breathed a sigh of relief
when they heard Wood Frogs quack-quacking,
watched Mourning Cloaks flutter out from under the loose bark of the Hickory,
spied the bright red & yellow epaulets of returning Redwing Blackbirds:
signals that a tough winter was over.
Me at college?
Knee Socks. Brown, patterned, chunky or acrylic stretch;
they went w/ my high school-era Bermuda’s, penny loafers,
matching beret & Pendleton plaid jacket,
maybe layered w/ an orange turtle neck; the outfit completed
w/ a green, pull tie school bag from the 50’s hung over my shoulder.
Yes, I had short dresses & short hair & minimal underwear
like all girls in the 60’s, but I loved those socks.
I have a few decades of notebooks. When I can read the writing, I gain insight. For example, I reread and muse about the 1997 version of Patty and note changes. I give thanks when I realize back then I was at the edge of grasping an idea which now I see more clearly. Knowtizing is working for me and mine.