Curated by her daughter, March Twisdale
My Mom was a lifelong writer, artist, musician and wonder-filled being. Before her transition to the life that comes next, she was blessed with the opportunity to go through all of her diaries. Boxes and boxes of them. The vast majority, dating as far back as her early 20’s, she released. A few, she kept, and it is from this small, special collection that I am pulling monthly poems, quotes and short stories to share with you, our Vashon Loop readers and our Substack Subscribers from around the world. I hope you enjoy them as much as my mother most assuredly did, and this one, she suggests reading to the tune of “Farewell to Tarwathie.”
Well the day’s full of rainbows
And we’re ready to rise
we’ll be greeting the day
with the sun in our eyes.
And there’ll be no temptations
to linger inside
Like the birds from the north
the blue waves we will ride.
Now the sun’s kissed the sea
and the wind’s in the trees
let us head to the beach
to sail with the breeze.
Our kayaks are eager
to explore this fine bay
so it’s off we will go
to paddle and play.
