Mother’s Milk

Hours of pumping milk
What kind of insane work ethic is this
Feeding you is hard

Saturday Morning Sleeping

Everyone is sleeping–
My dear husband on the coffee
colored bed, white shirt, blue shorts,
black socks,
hands tucked under the same coffee
colored pillow–
Resting, eyes glued for a short matter of time
slight smile of surrender to
the neediness of sleep–

Black cat in a c shape on the lilac floor
Cute button nose
She can sleep for hours and hours
hidden underneath red blankets
in hot or cold weather
We know she’s there
Her disappearing act
not quite working–

Small fragile baby in her white slated crib
the same lavender lilac adorning her sheets
the only one who is slightly stirring
her need for food not regulated yet
She can’t go hungry
Dreaming of the outer space whence she came from
Recalling the secrets she had to leave behind
Filing them away for another day of de ja vu
Communicating with another source
The umbilical cord still being cut
Slowly but surely she’ll be one of us soon
and her alien blood will almost but all disappear
hiding like a husband or a cat on the floor–


Yin Yang

The east side
of my apartment
looking dim and
Shadows casted everywhere
Summer sun missing
the west side
of my apartment–

Gratitude June 25th

Savoring this precious face
Your eyes exploding with joy
Your mouth opening in wonder
Your entire existence bursting with love
I feel emanating from your little core
Filling me up
Taking me to places I thought I’d never explore
Taking nothing for granted
Staying in gratitude
Staying in humility

The Mother

I forgot about the four aspects
of the mother
That mahakali will come in with
her fire and tear you down
really fast
so fast
your head and body and soul
Would suddenly be splitting in fours
no direction
no faith
no sound thinking
egoistic suffering
weeping in isolation
for days
and then
with one decision
your simple decision of
The fire dies down
the smoke begins to clear
the haze starts to lift
and we are left with
a calm, beautiful light
a freedom we couldn’t remember
a faith that we thought we’d never shake
an understanding that we are at her whim
and a solemn recognition that
she will
not take
care of us


It pays to be nice
and ask soft questions
you will usually get what you need
nothing more
nothing less–

Bo Matum

Sometimes when I sing or
hum the Taino songs
to you
and you smile
I start to choke up and
can’t sing anymore
Just know in my heart it
is from happiness
The quivering
like Angela’s chin
reminiscent of my childhood
showing me how I want
this love
to happen


You’re sleeping now
I see your eyelids move
I wonder what you’re dreaming of
Your tiny hand rests on the
lavender sheet
waiting to meet you
and greet you with a soft cotton pull
A thread that comforts
A tie that binds your rest
to my chest
to my overflowing
love filled

A New Path

Reading plastic books to you
begins our life long journey
of bright lit rainbows
kaleidoscope eyes
funny jack-o-lanterns
and mythical cries–
What I hope you’ll see
dear little one
is that it’s all for you
(And sometimes me)
and you could have the entire
blue ocean
The lush green plains
The ancient stoic mountains
Every shining smiling star in the sky
But alas–
They are already yours
And I just plucked your twinkling
tiny butt out
to guide you
on a