“We want things we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a
certain moment, sound, sensation. I want to hear my mother’s voice. I want to
see my children as children. Hands small, feet swift. Everything changes. Boy
grown, father dead, daughter taller than me, weeping from a bad dream. Please
stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don’t go. Don’t grow.” —Poet-singer-songwriter-memoirist
Patti Smith, M Train (2015)
(The image accompanying this post, of Patti Smith
performing at New York’s Bowery Ballroom, was taken by her sister, Kimberly Smith, on
Dec. 31, 2007.)
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