Don't think I really knew
before today
just how deep it is to
feel the love of mother
within me
releasing you
my ache catches my breath
I know this must be
a journey taken by all mothers
how my mother
let me go
Know the gentle strand
of this light beam between our hearts
can always be walked safely into time and beyond
beloved ones, my home
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
moving away
The intelligence that is love
arrives as a bright eyed child
my entire being is now mother
I who have hiked trails and
ridden the wind on horseback
and dreamed dreams
am now adoring nursemaid to new life
my closest companion status is replaced slowly
then pops like a bubble
and I see the bliss of youth moving
into the great adventure
I must start anew
I delight in every laugh, caress, shared story
I am amazed at the beauty of life moving through me
into the unknown
I bless my children, my brilliant ones, who light the sky wherever they go with their brightness,
I feel their light
Thank you for your 23 years of being my home
As you move away
Scold me if I follow too closely
arrives as a bright eyed child
my entire being is now mother
I who have hiked trails and
ridden the wind on horseback
and dreamed dreams
am now adoring nursemaid to new life
my closest companion status is replaced slowly
then pops like a bubble
and I see the bliss of youth moving
into the great adventure
I must start anew
I delight in every laugh, caress, shared story
I am amazed at the beauty of life moving through me
into the unknown
I bless my children, my brilliant ones, who light the sky wherever they go with their brightness,
I feel their light
Thank you for your 23 years of being my home
As you move away
Scold me if I follow too closely
unspoken
When the grieving starts
it is as subtle as the breeze that
settles into stillness
or the waves lapping on the shore that
move into gentle traceless rhythm
and then the empty rooms
that held my daughters
begin to cry out
and all that I have loved
feels gone
it is as subtle as the breeze that
settles into stillness
or the waves lapping on the shore that
move into gentle traceless rhythm
and then the empty rooms
that held my daughters
begin to cry out
and all that I have loved
feels gone
Saturday, January 8, 2011
We've made chaos out of living
and the slow meandering steps of time
have compressed into hurried high-heeled
tight skirted jolts
missing the ease of distance covering strides
I slow down today and wonder how to
find the rhythm of my breath in this far flung galaxy
My heart beats its cadence of hope
Silence explodes into my darling's bright laughter
I explore simple ways
and the slow meandering steps of time
have compressed into hurried high-heeled
tight skirted jolts
missing the ease of distance covering strides
I slow down today and wonder how to
find the rhythm of my breath in this far flung galaxy
My heart beats its cadence of hope
Silence explodes into my darling's bright laughter
I explore simple ways
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