Wednesday, March 11, 2009

A milk white bird


Dear Trayu,

Today Lei and I sorted though the beads for your calendar. She was still quiet as we worked but I saw her pick out a few and hide them in the furs. I offered to tie them into her hair later and she sheepishly fetched them to let me. I know that they were supposed to be used to mark the move but I cannot help but think our daughter needs them more then the wheel. She smiled when I was finished and I gave her a riddle to work on while she played. She loves riddles as much as I do.

A milk white bird
Floats down though the air.
And never a tree
But he lights there.


She didn't repeat it like she used to but smiled before running off to find a friend. I wish you had been here to puzzle out the answer. I miss you.

Asria

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