love listens

I hear her mother say,

Selma, love listens. . .and listening works hard to understand the words-

hmmm, that's good, and good for me now. . .remember: love listens.

sometimes I forget the hard work part; sometimes I resist. . . (and sometimes I just talk.)

And one night as I tucked her into bed . . . Gran, I'm gong to take my bed to Mexico City and when you come to visit me, you can sleep in my bed.

nice, sweet girl.