Tuesday, April 26, 2016

A Farewell



Goodbye pregnancy. 
We had some good times together.
 Sometimes you were hard but mostly I enjoyed you.
 I liked your appetite.
 I liked your curves.
 I liked the way you made me feel special. 
 Thank you for the children that you gave me. 
Thank you for the sisterhood.
 Thank you even for the times you didn't wok out.
. Thank you for deepening me.
  
I will always remember you.













Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Our Game








All day long you love me and love me.
You call me 'my sweet sweet' and 'my sweet Mommy'
You slip your arms around my leg or back or neck,
whichever you can reach.
You snuggle your head into me and rock or wriggle.
You lift your face up to mine
perfect small child skin, rosy cheeks, pink shaped lips, your hair swooping back. 
You hug me and compliment me, tell me I'm beautiful.
Out of the blue over and over again.
We play a game, because there is more than being beautiful.
I tell you you are beautiful. 
You are smart, loving, kind.
You are creative, you are strong, you are generous.
You are capable, helpful and brave.
You tell me I am all those things too.
You are goofy
You are fun
You are interesting.
All day long you love me and love me.
How blessed I am in love.


Friday, March 13, 2015

 
 
 
Today I will remember
 the way the wind blew Oliver's hair
 as he ran outside.
He looked like he was flying as he ran along
 happy and free as only a little boy can
 in rubber boots and bare legs.
The world around him blurred bringing him into sharp focus.
He was all I could see
bright and clear all yellow hair and rosy cheeks, blue shirt and boots.
He let himself out of the house and ran to join his brothers,
away from the suggestion of a nap that he new was brewing in my mind.
I let him go
 watched as he ran free in the thawing air
and my heart ran with him.
Watched as he picked a clump of grass,
lifted his face to the sun,
 then ran to me to show the handful of 'hair' that he had picked.
'Is grass the hair of the earth?' I ask
Back and forth he runs, up and down, in shadow and full light,
happy and free,
the wind blowing his hair.