This boy
speaks
through all the depths
of my being
– not
my heart he carries
away
but the We
leaving such an ache.
The distance
tearing us
again and again
into
him. me.
Sliding
between our
two worlds
I am more –
and less
than
before we met.
Once
other hands
protected me
Walking through these fields
feeling
the strength
of his hand now
I struggle to stand
all over again.
What is this love?
Door closed Maisie bounded from behind the sofa fresh with the scent of winter we measure the days and hours in Maisie time Locked in the moment he shrugged off a scraped and bloodied face – oblique commentary on a parallel universe Mud and grass stains are part of the game – then bundled to…
While there are always tasks to be completed meals to be prepared appointments to be kept It isn’t really the litany of ongoing daily existence that sometimes feels too much Happily, life goes on no matter what never being off duty is the biggest challenge Relief comes only late in the evening one day waning,…
Sticky notes that framed my computer fill the waste basket – one by one – like fall’s last leaves dropping from trees (the business year is winding down) Out back little jenny-wren has taken up residence under the patio table, darting for cover when we open the door well sited near the feeder, yet nearly…
Entrusting one’s innermost thoughts and feelings to another person – acknowledging that other person as the most important in one’s life – believing the trust will never be broken …akin to stepping into an abyss and knowing (on faith) someone will be there to catch you.
Anger is a poison masking deeper feelings about unconditional love caught in an untenable situation stumbling along the path to acceptance I hear something fall and glance backwards – it’s just a little piece of my heart big girls don’t cry
Funny isn’t it how late afternoon is also early evening and is (just as surely) – night – depending on the time of year In the scrapbook…