Waiting for you to come
it’s been 9 months
but in this moment
it feels longer than a lifetime
like many of them
all bunched up
a slinky in a box
waiting to expand
and when you do
it will be like
another universe
unfolding
tiny and large
all at the same time
like the spindle that
ran ceaselessly in my head
at 6 years old
forcing me to
sleep with my mother
making her worry
if her child was alright
or if anyone would ever
sleep soundly
again–
Tag Archives: Mother
Women’s Circle
Standing in a women’s circle
in June of 2012
I stood across from you
knowing that you would be my mentor
on the beginning of this new
and long journey
You gifted me a soft pink, white and
wine colored pashmina scarf
The ones they sell on tables
in the city
on cold corners
to passersby who decide to stop and peruse
You told me as you handed it to me
it was gifted to you
when you were pregnant
by a woman
who had recently given birth
and little did I know then
and for years to come
how this would be the beginning of a
very long cycle
of birthing and rebirthing
both physically, emotionally
and spiritually
for me
and for us
My little Victoria is here
and now comes another
Sweet angel
who picked me
who was handed down to me
by the divine
to watch over and guide
my internal
Mother Earth
Creating
Healing
Gifting
all
the
time–
Bake
Picturing you
A dream
Awake
The kind of child
I will always love
The kind of womb
That takes its time
The kind of creation
That crinkles in the eyes
A love supreme
A masterpiece
Divine–
Missing Poems
Forgot to write a poem today
the buzzing in my veins
forbids me from sitting down
getting grounded
or letting go
So please Creator
see this feeble attempt
at expression a reminder
of my unwavering dedication to you
and that all I should do
be in reverence to you
the divine force
the heartbeat
the baby in the mother’s womb–
Beach Ball
Listening to you
repeat every word I say
like it’s all new
it is new
it’s so
so
so very new to you
you pick up a piece and say red
it’s yellow
you pick up another piece
it’s yellow
you say yellow
the claymation on the screen
as I type this
says
“koo koo”
it’s Russian for
peek a boo
I didn’t understand why
until I heard you repeat it
(so much easier for babies)
and here we are
day after day
week after week
month after month
nearing the 2 year mark
and you are everything I hoped for
everything I dreamed of
more than I could have imagined
as we awaken another morning
rest unto another night
looking forward with glistening eyes
thanking the Lord
for another day here
to live in peace
and as much harmony
as my small mind
commands
as I will allow myself to feel
on this little
round
blue ball
called
Earth–
Only Had
You told me to read this
when I have time
a lot of time
it’s really long
and with that I knew
I had to
right now–
And so the writer tells us
of a time
in which he lost consciousness
after being pummeled during a football
game
for what seemed like many, many years.
He married, had children
and played with them often
loved them always.
There was a lamp he discussed
that he looked at from
time to time
and as time passed
the lamp began to take a new shape
look a little off
not seem to be right–
Until eventually
one day
the lamp
and its base
completely took on a new form
and here he was
again
lying
on the ground
no wife
no children
no sweet faces to kiss goodnight
and so
he was depressed
for 3 whole
years
realizing
then
that there is More
to this life
and others
we think we might
be living
just one
disconnect
and you lose
gain
all that you
thought
you
truly
only
had–
heart strings
the cycle will begin again
I mean
it keeps on going
the months have passed
two to be exact
and I have watched your little face grow
your cheeks have become plumper again
and your little eyes have gotten wider
brighter
fuller
smarter
I can tell that you know just a little bit more
about how this world works
fascinated by its invisible strings
watching all the while and learning
how we do things
but I know
down there in your new, pink heart
you’re the one with all the secrets
with all the knowledge of the universe
and you have me
my heart
on its own puppet strings
you pull those cords
and I come running
and I will
forever.
and there you go
On the eve of the eve of the eve etc. etc. etc.
of your birthday
(we’ve got some more days to go!)
I contemplate what life was like last year
these days
today
tomorrow and the next
day
on my couch I lay
big and round and full of life
squatting for posterity
and praying for eternal breath
we all waited for you
the precious shining moment
the gift of God returned
and here we are again
full Gregorioan circle
I chant your name once more
Victoria Rose
and there you go
bloom —
baby
Finally the day is over
I can rest and weep and pray
In silence
I can leap and sit and crawl
Like a baby
As I watch my
Baby
Be a baby
Baby
Baby.
Go Bloom
in the blackest darkness
i see your tiny face
my eyes adjust
and the blue around your eyes
becomes magnified.
in this embrace
i feel you are back in the womb
and together
with mother earth
we make the world
go
bloom.