Late fragments

     Well, as it turns out, it was too big a day. I came home after class and cried a big snotty mess all over M. Starting to not feel good, persistently. This is upsetting, of course, considering the last CT scan was only a month ago; seems things are happening quickly. 

     I should mention here, because I haven't and because it's dear to me, that we adopted our sweet baby daughter from China in 2003. It was, and is, a miracle of love.

     When I turned to lock the front door behind me tonight, I saw a note affixed to the light switch:

     "Lost is fairy book. It was on my bed." The word "fairy" is written in cursive.

     She is five.

     She is magnificent.

     Late Fragment, R. Carver:

     [And did you get what/ you wanted from this life, even so?/ I did. /And what did you want?/ To call myself beloved, to feel myself/ beloved on the earth.]

     Even so.