A Tenderness I’ve Longed For
A memory drifted in: my late mom’s favorite Doyo (song for kids in Japan). I couldn’t recall every word, but it roughly translated to...
"...what if a canary forgets to sing? ...Let it float on a shimmering boat in the moonlit sea; it will sing again, its song remembered."
A tenderness I’ve longed for.
Take care, everyone.