Night

Close the door
Slowly step
Through the dark
Past the bookcase
To the bed

Retire your socks
Leave your clothes
Behind in a little bundle
By the foot of the bed

Scootch the blanket
& fold it around you
Lying between the edge & me
I can feel your body retire
Your feet & legs sigh
Your arms finding home for the night

I can sense the clouds over your eyes
Pulling you away to dreams
& feel your final shake
Into sleep

Setting sail on the littlest iceberg

Hands down it was a good day....

Finding light in the darkest of places

@ Jokers, Lazer Tag room

This moment

Inspired by Soulemama here is our moment.

Booty, booty

Trusting in the letter N

I put my hope & faith
Into the moment, one of
Them will take my hand and lead me across the room
& proudly show me
Their first unprompted, unpracticed letter N.

Hints

While cruising my books
For some weekly recipes
I stumbled upon helpful household hints....


Enjoy!

Oh you Longfellow!

Wound

Somehow
The day was managed.
Dinner cooked,
Projects completed,
Library books returned,
Skates donned & used,
Cookies bakes,
Yoga achieved.

It was full & manageable
& I wish that I could feel like this tomorrow, too
& the next day.

Knowing that I can get through the day & breathed
Thinking, I didn't do to bad today, nothing to shame or regret.
It was goodness & I was in it
With heart full.

Moon

Excuse me....

But do you have this dress in my size?

My baby loves her babies

After 2 boys
It warms my heart
To see her tote her babies
And rock them
& sing to them in
Her preverbal babble.

Today she showed me her belly
& said baby
Then pointed to mine & said baby

And I said yes
That's where babies grow.

his shoes

It's the fifth day at home
Each one has spent time with
The stomach flu...
& now we are down to the almost better bickering.

I am yearning for the outside
to walk in his shoes
Just for today
Watch the snow pile on the trees
Brace myself against the wind
& have some space on my own.

Chasm

Unlock my feet, my hand
Who high tails it in the wind
Unfurl my womb upon the rocks
Mark it
Here among the rose colored granite chasms
That I too carefully walked

Baby in the room

Gratitude

After a rough night & morning
I put him to soak
In a bubble bath in the middle of the day
Wrapped him in his favorite xlarge green towel
Gently combed his hair
Tucked him in on the couch
Placed his ginger ale beside him to slowly sip

He said thank you, for being so nice to me.
My heart fell right out there on
The floor by the couch.
Next to the sick pot.
Bleeding.

I told him that's what Mama's do. Hugged him
& picked up my heart
Placed it next to him
And went to start the mountain of wash.

Walking & Talking

-Portland First Friday Art Walk
The Art Department, Congress St.



We walked on the slippery bricks,
Filed in & out of galleries and spaces
Melded with the hip
Laughed it all out
& took in what was good...
A gnarly garnet,
An owl in a bowl
A single page in interpretation

It felt good to be seeing
Not containing my little folk
Not wondering each moment where they are,
But in the world
On my own
Walking & talking

This Moment

I want to hold onto this one for as long as I can.