The prompt for this week’s meeting comes from a passage in the book “Saved By A Poem”, by Kim Rosen.
She describes talks she had with her 98-year-old grandmother, who was dying:
Sometimes we’d sing together:
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream.
Until I sang this song with my 98-year-old grandmother, her body pumping as if paddling toward the veil between the worlds, I’d never heard its wisdom. “It’s true, isn’t it, Nana?” I would ask her. “Life is the dream. Where you’re going , maybe that’s the reality.” She didn’t answer, but I felt her press her cheek into my hand as we began the song again.
Write from any inspiration you take from the passage above.