Ten years old
1992
Pitch black room
watching the cars
cast light shadows on the wall
I wonder who these people are
I wonder where they all are going–
Monthly Archives: November 2014
Safest Beginning
As I rush home
in the cold sleet–
black hood on
feet trampling the
streets–
I savor the image
of my soft and
warm home
fuzzy yellow lights
and cuddly baby kisses
Sweet tiny kitties
and husband I miss
so much
I realize then
I’m really just running
back to the womb
running back into
what I know as the
safest and
surest
beginning–
My Soulmate
You like my posts
buried underneath
photographs
twixt recipes
and other poems–
As I lay my head on
your shoulder this night
I mused how far we’ve come
not from
standing still
but moving here to there
traveling to the outer space
of our minds
into the sordid depths of
our disease and
then back again
through the healing fire
a prayer heard
a wish granted
sometimes so slow like
the crawl of this express train
sitting
waiting in the dark
looking beyond the black
I remembered how much
I love you
How very much
you are indeed
My one and only
My Soulmate–
Sitting
You can sit on my lap
for hours
the baby’s breath
floating in the air
into my nose
my eyes
glisten with
tears of joy
brought on
by the swelling
in my heart
that fills
with love
at the
thought
of
you–
Victoria’s First Solids
As we
mixed up the
oatmeal cereal
I sensed an odd
familiarity-
Was I remembering
when my mama
mixed it for me
or when she fed it
to my sisters?
I told you about this
and you said you
thought about something
too–
Looking at these photos
of our baby girl’s first meal
many many
years later
after our
divorce
and crying–
This is
Victoria’s first solids–
Sleeping
Red baby toys
strewn across the floor
no shadow wreaking havoc
as the Saturday’s rain
falls down
Sleeping
Tired
Messy lipped baby
You rest so peacefully
in your halo sleep sack
Beige
Wanting
Waiting
for one more little sip
Your eyes
So devilish
We write sneaky sneaky
on the comments in the
iCloud shared folder
What is it to be you
on a silent morning
gray day or
lazy
weekend
after
noon?
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