Trickle down the windows, rain.
Pickle-green leaves run wet.
Calm me with your drip drop song,
and I’ll listen till the dawn.
You’re slipping away, hun.
I’m forgetting you.
And time sure robs my memory of eyes a headstrong blue.
The flushed red pain across my cheeks barely show at all-
For when I’m away from family
I’ll stop to feel the gall.
But lingering a moment less
each time I sit away,
Have got me where I feel the least,
and I move on with my day.
But I fear I’ll forget you completely
And all the memories will turn gray.
You were someone in my life
and I’ll never give that away.
Will you ever read these words,
where my heart I wring out and squeeze?
I’m sorry if I forget you,
But please remember me.
It’s a confining, expanding, single space. A place to go when there’s no more race. The babysitter, hairdresser, back for the baby. Forcibly smile with the sitter maybe.
I’m where society leaves me be, a place where I feel no vulnerability. All know a place they can sit and recline. Or work outside if they feel so inclined.
Just be, you see. I’ll sit down and read. There’s nowhere else I’d rather roam, than in the confines of my home.
It’s eight-o-clock and the cake will take ten more minutes, but I’m needed as little hands reach up.
My favorite part of bedtime is here, when we nurse and rock to sleep. The lights are dim as the chair creaks just a little. Her eyes close and her body feels sure in its place on my lap. Mama loves you. How secure she feels. I linger for two more minutes- five, till I smell the cake through the house. Can I pull myself away?
Gingerly laying her in her crib, I tuck her quilt around her sides. “I love you,” I whisper once- then twice, not keeping track of the times, and slip out the door, heart full.
And I’m filled with a deep nestling in my heart. It’s an echo of a thousand mothers before whispering, “I love you.” And I fall asleep to other things.
Hello again my pen and scroll.
With words on the brim
I’m on a roll.
Hello high tide words so deep
coming to me on
the couch I sink.
Hello me, it’s been awhile.
Breathing and tapping
this online file.
Oh hello again Write and Erase.
No paper and pen
could my thoughts release.
Thanks again glowing friend,
a snapshot of thoughts.
Now into the void I send.