Episode 1: A Poem From My Diary
Music - "Il est ne, le divin Enfant" - Trad. French melody, Piano by Jessica Roemischer
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When I was young, I kept a diary. It had a silky cover with green and red peonies, and a little brass clasp. Each evening, I'd close the door to my room and sit on my bed. A thought or feeling would come to me. Then I'd compose a poem or describe a memory from the day. After I finished writing, I'd hide the diary on the top shelf of my closet. My diary was a secret. I didn't want anyone else to read it. In my diary, I could be myself.
Here is one of the poems I wrote...
Love is...
Love is the swan that gently floats
Down near the water’s edge.
Love is the dove that sings in the willows.
Love is the feeling you get when you pet a cat
Or feed a hungry dog.
But, most of all,
Love is anything
Or anyone that you treasure.
Here is one of the poems I wrote...
Love is...
Love is the swan that gently floats
Down near the water’s edge.
Love is the dove that sings in the willows.
Love is the feeling you get when you pet a cat
Or feed a hungry dog.
But, most of all,
Love is anything
Or anyone that you treasure.