Back to the poetry. I’ll admit it: Someday, by Alison McGhee, made me teary. I’m not sure whether or not that is a good thing. The book shows how a mother’s love follows her baby growing up into a woman, who in turn passes that love on to her own child. I teared up throughout, but I got choked up on the idea of me being gone and my white-haired daughter remembering me. I’m not sure if the book is too sappy or too heart-tugging, but hey, I was moved. I’m not sure that it’s really a children’s book. It’s more like a bound Hallmark card.
Here are some lines from the middle of the book, after the mom has kissed her newborn baby’s fingers, but before she watches her daughter brush her granddaughter’s hair:
Someday your eyes will be filledI should tell you that the line breaks are mine as most of the sentences went over two-page spreads. The book features the soft, gentle illustrations of Peter H. Reynolds, which complement the text nicely. Tissues are not provided.
with a joy so deep that they shine.
Someday you will run so fast and so far
your heart will feel like fire.
Someday you will swing high so high,
higher than you ever dared to swing.
Someday you will hear something so sad
that you will fold up with sorrow.
Someday you will call a song to the wind,
and the wind will carry your song away.
Someday I will stand on this porch
and watch your arms waving to me
until I no longer see you.