Lucy Peach sobre la paciencia y las pequeñas cosas

Sometimes you know there is a song waiting but you just need to be patient. Sometimes it's a story so big that you can only bite off a bit at a time. Even then, you can only ever really hope to tell your side.

Anyway, last night it came to me in a happy tumble.

It begins here- I am 10 years old, in new jeans at Cottesloe Beach. I'd just met my dad for the first time, at the airport. It was different then, no internet, no Skype, no cheap calls overseas. We wrote letters to each other and I learnt about his favourite foods and colours and the weather where ever he was and I sent him outlines of my hands and feet and I missed him so much. I liked how he said 'however' a lot and how instead of writing 'often', he would say 'oft'. I picked up lots of little things like that... Im always delighted over a new song but what surprised me last night after singing this one, was the realisation that those years of letter writing to my father began me as a writer and for that, among many other things- I am grateful. 

I think it's called, 'Your Mother's Widows Peak'.