My Heart's Quiet Home

 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

Tzvi Erez

Today, I hope you find your heart's quiet home.