I see you spinning, spinning, spinning. Your white t-shirt caught my eye. Moving back and forth so many buildings away, through floor to ceiling windows, I might not have seen, I might not have noticed… but your white t-shirt, so very white, and then, and then I noticed your long limbs, moving in different directions from your body…
In my home, music is playing. This morning it is John Lennon’s lullaby to his son, Sean.
And I wonder has someone told you how beautiful you are? Will you grow up knowing you are beautiful? Are you being nurtured with those words? Are you valued? Is your spinning, spinning, spinning seen as an expression of your beauty? Are you being reassured that no matter what, you are beautiful?
“Close your eyes,
Have no fear,
The monsters gone,
He’s on the run and your daddy’s here…”
Spinning, spinning, spinning… I glance up and you’re gone. Where have you gone? The white t-shirt has receded. The spinning has stopped. But the lyrics continue…
“Before you cross the street,
Take my hand,
Life is just what happens to you,
While you’re busy making other plans…”
When you are grown, will you internalize what others have told you? Will the lyrics of your life be one of beauty or something else? Will you be able to see the beauty of all that is you?