六月
どこかに美しい村はないか
一日の仕事の終りには一杯の黒麦酒
鍬をたてかけ籠を置き
男も女も大きなジョッキをかたむける
どこか美しい街はないか
食べれる実をつけて街路樹がどこまでも続き
すみれ色した夕暮は若者のやさしいさざめきで満を満ちる
どこか美しい人と人との力はないか
同じ時代をともに生きるしたしさとおかしさとそうして怒りが
鋭い力となってたちあわられる
茨木のり子
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Awwwe
Need I say more.
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The Neighborhood
I am going back to this space soon … Grateful for the freedom and for the understanding family who sees the value in taking care of another more vulnerable. One must advocate for the vulnerable, and be their voice if they are feeling powerless and lonely.
It is not called a sacrifice if one does not resent that effort. What kind of a mother for example regrets being there for her child. The care you give them today will return in multi-folds and besides, itsn’t it about giving or devoting your energies without expecting a return.
So it is the same with role reversals. Only this time there is no return other than that conscience wanting nothing more than life of no regrets.