Wednesday, October 12, 2011

for rachel

i hope you breathe new york in so deep
i hope you make it to iron and wine
i hope you find some cozy little ethnic cafe
i hope you find the perfect linen apron
i hope your feet get just tired enough from running the streets
i hope someone offers you a seat on the subway
i hope you get some curling up time
i hope you see her and it makes you smile
i hope you get lost and then find something better
i hope you come home with stories to tell
yes, bring some nyc love home


Rachel Swan said...

Oh, Cath.

Your hopes and wishes are sweet and make my heart hurt.

"Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where,
And we don't know where"

I'm ready.

(could you say a funny little prayer for my blood sugar?)


cathmom said...

dear rachel's pancreas. give her blood sugar a break. she's going to see her friend. she's growing a baby that is going to light up our lives.
let her eat some french pastries and bowls of pasta with rich lovely sauces. that is what good babies are made of. she is a good mama. back off. kick it up a notch. when she is 100 you can rest a little.
thank you.
rachel's midwife