Friday, May 11, 2012

Love You to the Moon!

Oh Motha!  We have been on so many adventures you and I, and we are so similar in spirit.  You have been such a guiding light in my life, and no words are enough to show my gratitude.  So I hope that you enjoy your time in London with friends because you deserve it.  

Here is poem that you have read to me countless times, that has maybe more meaning in my adult life than it did on those nights that I made you read it to me over and over again...I love you.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
   Sailed off in a wooden shoe---
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
   Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
   The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
   That live in this beautiful sea;
   Nets of silver and gold have we!"
                     Said Wynken,
                     And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
   As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
   Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
   That lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
   Never afeard are we";
   So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
                     And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
   To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
   Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
   As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
   Of sailing that beautiful sea---
   But I shall name you the fishermen three:
                     And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
   And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
   Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
   Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
   As you rock in the misty sea,
   Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
                     And Nod.

1 comment:

  1. Right. As I type this through streaming tears. Where has the time gone?
    But somehow I feel that no matter how many years pass, Wynken, Blynken and Nod will never change and neither will our love for each other. It's just grown into something even more special because of the growing years and because we are now both women. I love you so very much, Shannon.
    To the moon and back.
    Isn't this the truth?
    Never afeard are we";
    So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
    And Nod.
    Well, you've taught me never to be afeard! oxoxooxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxo


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