Jennifer McMahonAnd as Rhonda told the story, she thought: this is how the past gets passed down. This is how memories are made. Half-invented, embellished, given a touch of whimsy. Daniel would be a saint now that he was dead. A beautiful man who made his child wings.
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The poem ‘Rhonda’ by Tori Amos is about Rhonda, a woman who tells her mother the story of Daniel, a boy who could fly. The poem ends with this thought: And as Rhonda told the story she thought: This is how the past gets passed down. This is how memories are made. Half invented, embellished, given a touch of whimsy.
Daniel would be a saint now that he was dead. A beautiful man who made his child wings.
Source: Island Of Lost Girls
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