Ako at Si Nanay
14" x 22"
pen and ink on paper
Sorting through some of my piles on a quiet Saturday evening, I unearthed a small book of poetry by a favorite Irish poet - Seamus Heaney, 1995 Nobel Prize for Literature. How time flies so fast that I have forgotten this tiny tome.
I thought I'd post a favorite poem from the book - short, crisp and beautiful - alongside a drawing I have that I dedicate to all mothers and infants I have known so far.
An August Night
His hands were warm and small and knowleadgeable.
When I saw them again last night, they were two ferrets,
Playing all by themselves in a moonlit field.
from his book "Seeing Things", 1991
by Seamus Heaney