Jesse's Birthday

I went for a walk on the beach this evening. It's getting colder, and I had a fleece top on, zipped up. I heard someone say on the radio today that the first whales have arrived. I didn't see one, but the beach has a special feeling at this time of the year. Everything becomes a little more introverted. I was thinking of many things, and missing Jesse. We've had many evening walks like this. For some reason I thought of one of my very most favourite poems. I want to share it with you for your birthday. especially the last two lines. and I found these little pictures too. Think of it as a birthday card

e.e.cummings.

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maggie and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach ( to play one day)

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and maggie discovered a shell that sang

so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and

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milly befriended a stranded star

whose rays five languid fingers were;

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and molly was chased by a horrible thing

which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

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may came home with a smooth round stone

as small as a world and as large as alone.

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For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)

it's always ourselves we find in the sea

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I miss our walks together on the beach, and I look forward to the time we can do it again. In the meantime, remember all these things we can find. especially ourselves.