A small poem. A simple one. This too shall pass: we say it like a spell — like it will hurry hard things along. But the good things pass too. The ease. The sweetness. The precious small things we’ve pressed between the pages of our lives.

this too shall pass

sorry i know it’s 3 a.m. but this song just came into my head and i need to go downstairs and play it/ will you read to me/ you’re my best friend/ we should make a pot of soup today/ i can’t wait to spend the weekend with you/ i’m so proud of you/ what was your favourite part of the day?/ sugar can you make me a london fog/ i love you/ omg here is another gross thing happening to my body/ i’m sorry/ sit down let me make you some dinner/ you get better with age/ i love you/ we should write something together/ god you’re stubborn/ i’ll make you cookies/ let’s ask life for the big unreasonable thing/ you look so good today/ can you hold my hand/ you’re a good mom/ where should we go next/ i love you/ i know you want a cheeseburger/ is it weird that i miss you even when you’re right here/ it won’t be like this forever/ you’re such a good soul/ we built peace from broken things/ i love you/ let’s sit on the porch/ i’ll be there in a minute/ i still need another minute/ wait for me/ please/ wait for me.