http://reverendmother.org/2005-01-28/another-blog-tribute Thu, 21 Aug 2008 23:51:25 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1 http://reverendmother.org/2005-01-28/another-blog-tribute#comment-5945 yucky sunday at reverendmother Sun, 28 Jan 2007 20:45:22 +0000 http://reverendmother.org/2005-01-28/another-blog-tribute#comment-5945 [...] The Carrie Newcomer song we played at the service my friends had for me at Crusty ol’ Theological (full text is here) has a line that says, “And I saw the child that I birthed in my pain, and when she opened her eyes, there were your eyes again.” My dad’s eyes were greenish hazel and like no other. Variations of them run throughout our fair-skinned Irish/Scottish family, and mine are similar to his but not quite the same. [...] […] The Carrie Newcomer song we played at the service my friends had for me at Crusty ol’ Theological (full text is here) has a line that says, “And I saw the child that I birthed in my pain, and when she opened her eyes, there were your eyes again.” My dad’s eyes were greenish hazel and like no other. Variations of them run throughout our fair-skinned Irish/Scottish family, and mine are similar to his but not quite the same. […]

]]> http://reverendmother.org/2005-01-28/another-blog-tribute#comment-276 Matthew Fri, 28 Jan 2005 23:48:00 +0000 http://reverendmother.org/2005-01-28/another-blog-tribute#comment-276 That's a great poem. Where would we be as a species without the poets and the writers and the singers to get us through the hard times? That’s a great poem. Where would we be as a species without the poets and the writers and the singers to get us through the hard times?

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