Easier With Two
I don’t know
how to do this,
and you offered me
we were in the boat
Tell me again about the first time we met. It’s my favorite story.
You don’t know who they will be, the ones who open your eyes to life’s wild magic, but when you find them, it will not be hard to tell.
Earthmother (for Heidi)
It might seem a perilous undertaking of the spirit, to see what beauty is still alive in this world of smoke, and speed, and fear, but as I question if there is hope for us in the times to come, I remember you in your garden, smiling, and showing us that hope is everywhere if you know where to look.
There are more with a spark like the one you carry in your loving heart, so I know we will never be lost.
I probably won’t admit it in person, but I think you’re pretty great.
Don’t take your family for granted, because people who love you even after they know you don’t come along every day.
Trying to pass themselves off as monsters, but the smile in their eyes keeps giving it away.
Nothing feels more like everything than love.
For everything you’ve done and everything you are, thank you. You are the light that shines.
We Missed You
Warm rough hands,
worn work boots,
dirt on the pants
and a dance in his eyes.
This is the
kind of love
that just keeps
I am proud to see
the one you are,
and the one
you are becoming.
It is no small thing,
this chance I have
to walk the road
This is for the times
you held me in your thoughts,
I could be more.
One summer our house burned down.
I stood on the curb crying and watching it burn,
and my mom put her arm around me and said,
At least we didn’t lose anything important.
I’m impressed by your creativity, I said.
What’s your secret?
She took a long drag on her cigarette and said,
Being a mom, you learn how to improvise.
I will never understand
how you managed to deal with us
and not lose your bananas,
but I guess some people
are just meant to be moms.
If only we could bottle
some of what you’ve got,
we could fix the world,
because there’s nothing else
All those times I wanted to quit,
slip out through the escape hatch
and disappear without a trace.
But you weren’t having it,
you and your stubborn love.
My grandma used to plant tomato seedlings in tin cans from tomato sauce & puree & crushed tomatoes she got from the Italian restaurant by her house, but she always soaked the labels off first.
I don’t want them to be anxious about the future, she said. It’s not healthy.