The Note

I found this poem today, after talking with friends about the power of lists in our lives. I know when I die my children will have my notebooks, filled with lists of my daily chores, struggles and intentions and through these, perhaps more than anything, they will have a sense of how I lived my days.

This poem was inspired by William Carlos Williams This is Just To Say

The Note

Today I found a note,
tucked in a journal, 
it exposed a chink in time
that winked at me 
with treacherous mischief.

Blue Hill, it said.
And don’t forget ,

A life distilled 
in a simple list 
of kindness
and indulgence.