Deathbed Confessions, Warm Breath, Rushing Blood

Here is a blog just for you, no one else. They're last words said early. So read them, and know that I think of you. Whatever life gives to me I most want to give to you, above everyone else.

1. Sing original lulabies to your babies. You know enough of the night in order to put them asleep. You know enough of pain and rescue, you know enough of lonliness and love. Give to them your melody, your redemptive ditties. Mother's voice sinks deep.

2. Say what you mean. If people get upset, don't worry about it. There are so many people in the world that if a few walk away there will always be more to take their place.