We needed a vacation.It was my grandmother’s 70th birthday. My sister & I paid for my whole families trip to PR. It was the medicine we needed.
I am a
With a spark inside
brought to life
by a woman whose joy breached pain.
More than a learned skill,
A choice she made to sacrifice
her physical comfort for me
in life and death.
She gave joy to me.
Now this spark stays &
I am a
An unwavering human mess.
Happy to share
my Mother’s Joy.
I like to think that sometimes you are the wind
Or there’s a machine to control the wind
and you get a turn.
When my toes are in the sand & a rush hits my shoulders, I think of you.
When I feel the wind on my cheek, I think of you.
When a gust wraps its arms around me in the street, I think of you.
You’re always there: watching & guiding & whispering.
I quiet the world,I can hear you.
I hear you in breath, I feel you in a breeze.
You’re love is a guiding wind.
It grew so great that you had to leave
so you could be everywhere.
Everlasting, Eternal air.
When I think of you and I cannot call,
a mournfulness envelopes me,
but I don’t feel small.
It’s because of you that I do not hide.
Safe in this space; in shining armor,
you’re our knight.
when life pushed, you pushed back harder.
We remember you: the light & the darker
You deserve all love & honor.
Happy Memorial Day!
I’m sitting in my unfinished closet.
In the middle of my room sits a faucet.
I’m ready, open, and embracing change.
any form will do.
Feels oh so good to smile at the sun
and feel it smiling back too.
My closet’s calming.
I could sit here for days.
But there’s life beyond this calming paint-
A rainbow of mints, oranges, greens & grays.
I find the longer life gets,
the more colors I’ll see.
In smiles, in hearts, in closets,
and sometimes in me.