Tell me again about the first time we met. It’s my favorite story.
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.
For everything you’ve done and everything you are, thank you. You are the light that shines.
When I wasn’t sure if it was
to keep going,
because of how hard it was,
you were there
to show me
it wasn’t going to be easy,
but it was going to be worth it.
when you were most needed
and held the ground steady
in your quiet way.
For us, there is no question,
we could never have made it this far
Real Hero (fem)
Anyone can slay a dragon, she told me, but try waking up every morning & loving the world all over again. That’s what takes a real hero.
This is a picture
of true happiness.
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.
There are invisible lines
connecting everything together,
and I am particularly fond of
the one that connects me to you.
There is no one who comes here that does not know this is a true map of the world, with you there in the center, making home for us all.
Most people she never tells about the tightrope because she doesn’t want to listen to their helpful comments from the ground.
There are moments when I’m completely at peace, but it’s usually before my children wake up & they’ll have none of that.