In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.
I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.
Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her safe passage.
– Richard Wilbur, The Writer (excerpt)
I heard this for the first time at my niece‘s christening celebration many years ago. And now I have a daughter who wants to be a writer and who is finding some of the stuff of her life to be heavy. Oh, life. I heard this for the first time at my niece’s christening celebration many years ago. I still love it.
I am taking next week off to spend with the children because they are on break. I’ll be back on the 23rd! Maybe, then, most of the snow will have melted. A girl can dream.