I meant to resume my Sunday Thought's feature this week, but two of my granddaughters spent the night, and we became way too involved in playing outside in the spring snow and sunshine, and with our typewriters inside, and Betty's cat took more time to take to the vet than we anticipated the day before, and so we had to make up for it, but what I would have shared, had I done so, is this verse from Marge Piercy's poem, "What Are Big Girls Made Of?" (That I confess I stole from the bottom of a poet friend's email-- but I figured if it makes your day better, as it does mine, and all the big girls with good tools that we both know, then that's okay.)
Attention is love, what we must give
children, mothers, fathers, pets,
our friends, the news, the woes of others.
What we want to change we curse and then
pick up a tool. Bless whatever you can
with eyes and hands and tongue. If you
can't bless it, get ready to make it new.