I'm gone for the day.
I'm on my way to Kansas City to visit Momsy.
I'll be back tomorrow, though.
While I'm away, I offer you a poem from one of my favorite poets:
Sonnets are Full of Love
Christina Rossetti (1881)
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
And I offer you my favorite piece of music
Written by my favorite composer
Played by my (almost) favorite pianist.
Chopin's Valse L'adieu (Farewell Waltz)
Opus 69 No. 1in A-Flat Major
Today, I hope you find your heart's quiet home.