Unconditional Love Song

Unconditional Love Song


Later she would remember it started to pour

the storm blew everything out

before the coffee finished its brew

and she could finish reading a report

on some boys holed up in a derelict house

after stoning a swan to death

she wrapped her head in a towel

and sat down by the open window

even though the sound of the river was not there

the memory of the sound was

even though her husband did not appear in the door

talking to her about the day ahead

the day ahead was there

Thank you for reading The Nation!

We hope you enjoyed the story you just read, just one of the many incisive, deeply reported articles we publish daily. Now more than ever, we need fearless journalism that moves the needle on important issues, uncovers malfeasance and corruption, and uplifts voices and perspectives that often go unheard in mainstream media.

Donate right now and help us hold the powerful accountable, shine a light on issues that would otherwise be swept under the rug, and build a more just and equitable future.

For nearly 160 years, The Nation has stood for truth, justice, and moral clarity. As a reader-supported publication, we are not beholden to the whims of advertisers or a corporate owner. But it does take financial resources to report on stories that may take weeks or months to investigate, thoroughly edit and fact-check articles, and get our stories to readers like you.

Donate today and stand with us for a better future. Thank you for being a supporter of independent journalism.

Thank you for your generosity.

Ad Policy