Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Dear You

I started blogging because I needed a place to put my words.
I write for a living. Some days it's all I do, for hours on end. But I had things to say and words to use and sentences to spell out that noone in the world was willing to pay for (rightly so).
So I started a blog. A place for unwanted words (and dolls who pretend to be bears).
I hoped that a friend or two would stop by for updates on the kids.
I thought that maybe one day I could use these words, some way or other.
I never dreamed of You.
You who come here and read my words and wonder if I'm ok.
You who come here and say that I wrote what you felt and that you're crying now and it's all my fault.
You who come here and never say anything, but are here just the same.
Dear Miranda and Kathleen. Dear RW. Dear All of You.
I come here and see you and I can't believe my luck.
Thank You.


RW said...

And I am so very happy you are here too.

Kathleen said...

It's all your fault in the most beautiful way - this knowledge that thousands of miles away, in a land I've never seen, there is someone who knows.
Thank you.

Anonymous said...

et moi alors???


Miranda Robertson said...

The first time I read your blog I thought instantly- here is a fellow lover of words, children, snow and all it's silence. I know a kindred spirit when I see one.

elizabeth said...

:) RW is a treasure. blessings on your december.

Anna said...

i adore you & your words. every last one. : )

hugs to you beautiful friend across the world.