At 5 am I open my eyes. No good reason.
She is standing in the dining room, straight little body, so far down below us. How can a whole person be so miniature. Pink corduroy overalls, little striped tee with puffed sleeves, white leather tie-up shoes that look like flattened marshmallows. She is going to sing to us what she learned today.
What you are.
Up above so high of THE world.
Like a diamond.”
Her arm has traced an arc over her head and now she holds out both hands, beatific.
For her this is a good moment. But she is singing before the storm to come.
My heart breaks into a thousand pieces.