Tuesday, September 2, 2008
He Will Play Chess.
His ringtone was the Imperial March, and it will forever play in my head, even now that he is so far away in the land of his home, where he learned the alphabet and how to climb and how to fall. This stuff made him happy and he wanted to do these many things at once, but it is only so much that one mind can handle, and one body is less capable still. Please forgive his mortality.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
1 comment:
This seems to make a lot more sense in the morning. Sleep enhances these things. I really like this writing you've put together.
Post a Comment