The Wall

You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in an instant, felled by a woman’s second glance, a child’s apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words “I have something to tell you,” a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mother’s papery ancient hand in a thicket of your hair, the memory of your father’s voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children.

Brian Doyle, writer, “Joyas Voladuras”

Remember this.

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4 thoughts on “The Wall

  1. Mali


  2. Lesley

    Simply wonderful — thanks for finding and sharing. You have a knack for finding true treasures in the midst of all the cyber crud.

  3. helen

    I haven’t been here for ages and I feel it’s sort of serendipitous that I came back to this post.

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