I love how life in the midst of its wars, its killings, 

its behaviors so thoughtless and vile

will set set aside a moment every now and then

a moment to make us smile.


Little Women is a popular book- 

I had just sold one of the two new ones we acquired 

when a little woman came up to the counter

“Do you have Little Women?” She inquired.


“I believe there is still one left.” I said

as I led her through the store…right to it.

Then I walked back to the counter 

as she began leafing through it.


No sooner had I returned to the counter

in the ten seconds that it took

when another little woman, younger than the first, 

asked for that same book.


“We have one copy left.” I said.

There was no reason to deny it.

“But there is another woman who just came in

and I think she want’s to buy it.”


“I’ve never read it and was hoping you had it.” The woman frowned

“My mom said I’d adore it.

Let me at this other woman.” she said jokingly

“I will gladly fight her for it.”


“Here comes the woman now.” I said

“I’m sorry we don’t have another.”

Then the woman at the counter smiled…

“No need to…that’s my mother!”


They smiled…they hugged…they took a step back

and gave each other a look…

“Hey, the mother said holding it up.

“Can you believe I found your book?”


The mother bought the book for her daughter

They left the store hand in hand…

And I thought how some of the most special moments in life

are the ones that go unplanned….


Like how one book could illustrate a mother’s and daughter’s love

right in front of me…

and as two little women left the store…I smiled


thinking Louisa May Alcott would agree.


When you were born you were so tiny.

I was already taken with your charms.

We both began to cry until they put you in my arms.


I think I know what made us stop.

It was easy for me to see.

We both could hear the music of two hearts in harmony.


When you were born you couldn’t talk…but to my surprise

You seemed to say so much to me…when I looked into your eyes.


When you were born you couldn’t walk.

You didn’t have a clue…

but that didn’t matter because anywhere we went…I would carry you.


When you grew up…began walking on your own

I was there to guide you

and as you became more independent…I was proud to walk beside you


When you grew up…you didn’t stop talking

but, to my surprise

I still found so much meaning…when I looked into your eyes.


Even now, when you’re upset

If I hold you close to me

We both calm down when we feel…two hearts in harmony.


And after all these years and all life’s changes

I’m still just as taken with your charms…

as I was the day when you were born

the day they put you in my arms.


As I was the day you began to crawl…

the day you began to walk…

The day you smiled at me with your eyes…

the day you began to talk…


And even though we’re not as together

as we once used to be

In quiet moments I still feel it…

don’t you?


two hearts in harmony.


I’ve only seen her once…in the early morning calm….

looking into our window…the spirit of her mom.


I had been out running…(this is when I used to run)

while the moon was still illuminating…still hours before the sun.


I headed up our driveway…out of breath…hands on my hips

when I saw her…she saw me…and put a finger to her lips.


Immediately I stopped…cautious not to take another step

as she looked into the window…of the room where her daughter slept.


I watched her closely…silently…in the darkness…for a while

then she turned her gaze to me…and she nodded…and she smiled.


I smiled back…calm and unafraid…happy she found a way

to look in on her daughter…and then I watched her fade away.


And I thought how wonderful it is to know the line between life and death is thin…

that even though she’s no longer with us…her mom is looking in.


That night gave us peace of mind…for since then we have found

we both sleep a little easier…knowing she’s around.


I no longer run to begin my day but I’m confident in the early morning calm

If I look out of our window…I’ll see the spirit of her mom


looking in on her daughter…and, perhaps…on her son-in-law too


watching over and…protecting…the way she used to do.

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