"Staying up one night in London, room-pacing and thought-tracing, I went looking for my most important past-stamp. At sunrise at last I found, in the blue fog of the late eighties, a small girl in pyjamas in her grandfather’s arms. I know I woke up when he lifted me but pretended that I didn’t in that greediest of blurs so he wouldn’t put me down. A memory of your gravity as a person."
A memory I also very much cherish with my grandfather.
I cried reading this:
"Staying up one night in London, room-pacing and thought-tracing, I went looking for my most important past-stamp. At sunrise at last I found, in the blue fog of the late eighties, a small girl in pyjamas in her grandfather’s arms. I know I woke up when he lifted me but pretended that I didn’t in that greediest of blurs so he wouldn’t put me down. A memory of your gravity as a person."
A memory I also very much cherish with my grandfather.
❤️ Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be able to hold others as well as they’ve held me.
I saw you link this on Twitter. I love the "sleep-feigning children". Much love!