The transition

The transition away from
fuck you
leave me alone
mind your own business
finally came.
Other mothers
told me
it
would.
And now I
can hold you
in my arms
and we can
cry
about the missing
and the growing up
and the changes
and remember
chasing tadpoles in
the wading pool
and making hats out of paper bags
with leaves taped on
and sliding down
the front yard
all piled on the sled
and massive
squirt gun fights.
Now you know
that when I said
I love you
forever and always
no matter what
that I truly meant it.

July 26th, 2014

Lately,
every time,
when the dark cloud
passes through
my sky,
breathing in
breathing out
calm, ease, smile,
whispering greens
nodding flowers
cobalt blue sky
are what I see

July 25, 2014

Being Present

With my eyes,
looking deeply
meeting a gaze
with words of
hello, how is your day
listening
without interruption
smiling or knitted brows
providing a mirror
rejoicing in connection
two together
each one
yet also each other
interbeing