Happy Birthday sis!
The family will all be together at Leerdam with month old Alexander.
Miss you and love you.
One of Sophie's Poems...
Peace-
a still sea,
just before jumping in,
while hearing the waves of mother's womb.
On the edge of life
unaware of its current, its pull,
its turbulence.
There's no stopping, turning around,
nor leaving-
your feet have left the ground.
Somewhere divided, you-
between air, horizon and sea.
Water still unmoved by my entry-
Was it a cocktail of courage and willingness,
or gravity itself,
which brought me to this airy moment-
seconds short of impact?
You've been immersed before,
with head above or beneath the horizon,
waves continued to undulate.
Until, a gargantuan wave,
sparing you, leaves you on a barren shore.
Then, an unsolvable puzzle
with a three dimensional time constraint,
and a morphing perspective,
reveals M.C. Escher shoots and ladders-
a Wonderland where you appear at once pawn, at once king.
Each loosely organized step
imposes change upon a lifeline,
A filament, so delicate, its end the sight of fusion,
where innumerable particles bind,
releasing the energy of Continuance.
Without warning,
nor specific purpose,
this spider's thread will lead your Weathering Will,
to face another height, upon another cliff.
Here, again, I look upon a still sea,
How to reappear?
