Growth

Newborn, 

Raw and greedy,

The love I bore into your world.

Caught in soft blankets,

Carried in your strong arms,

It stands and laughs with sparkling eyes,

Wanting to give a dandelion.

My husband

His kiss on the shoreline of my hair is a sacrament.

A moment of sacred meditation that purifies my heart.

I bring my heart to him, like a wounded puppy seeks her boy.

Blindly we find healing in the presence of our love.

I want to bring him beautiful things, sweeter than my bitter thoughts.

He insists on discovering my burdens and adding them to his yoke.

The anxious ghost of my disappearing never haunts him.

He is overrun by the tiny mice of my wants and needs.

He is my Darnay, Darcy, Leopold, “Hey Girl” Guy of my dreams.

I should be his Lucy, Lizzie, Kate, a perfect woman trial-forged.

When I look at myself in the mirror I see a sea of pebbles.

When I look at myself in his eyes I find my precious gems.

I will never fully understand why my God-heir chose this mortal.

But I can worship him with my body and offer ambrosia in Tupperware lunches.

Hold him close

With gentleness you take his hand.
With kindness you enfold him
You fill his eyes with joy and love
As prayerfully you hold him.

And as the evening steals the light
You sing a song to tame the night.
Hold him close, oh God above!
Let him sleep safe in my love!!

With worrying you set him free.
With hoping you let go him.
You stoke his fire and then he’s off;
Your hidden fears don’t slow him.

But when the evening comes again
He’s yours to tend and mother-hen.
Hold him close, but just tonight.
Let him go again at light.

These little hands won’t always cling so tight.
There’ll come a time when he won’t be yours every night.
And he’ll be strong, and he’ll be brave,
He’ll say goodbye with a smile and wave.
My baby boy.
My pride and joy.
Please be alright.

Pass on the Pain

Kids today got no respect
It's 'cause the parents all neglect
To whup them like they're supposed to do
I was whupped when I was young
I was told to mind my tongue
And it's what I intend to do to you
If you don't pass on the pain
Tell me, what will you gain?

His mother looks into his eyes
She knows that he's been telling lies
She wonders why he's scared to tell the truth
All while he is thinking back
To a vase he didn't mean to crack
And a pool of glue when he was just a youth
Tell me, what do you gain
When you pass along the pain?

She calls her Mama once a week
Just because it's nice to speak
She's strong, she's happy, this is very plain.
She's got a man who's good to her
In every single deed and word
She tells her parents thank you yet again.
I'll tell you what you gain
When you don't pass on the pain.
Don't pass on the pain.

When in the Heavenly Realms I'm crowned thy Queen,
Enthroned forever at thy perfect side
Thy kiss shall be circlet enough I ween,
My royal scepter thy fingers entwined!

POAS

A wish and a prayer,
Wond'ring if you are there.
Hoping, my child,
Is this hope far too wild?
Am I ready for this?
Oh! How I long to kiss
Your cheeks and your nose,
Count all of your toes,
And yet I'm so scared!
I don't think I'm prepared
For something so small,
So fragile, so all
Consuming! And yet
Though we've never met,
And I'm not sure you exist,
I just can't resist
Loving you!

Growing.

Here's a blanket to keep you warm.
I'm your mother, I'll keep you safe from harm.
Oh baby boy! Cry your tears.
Let them wash away all your fears.
Mother hears.
Mother's here.
Always near.

Here's a bandaid. Show me the place.
Rest awhile within my arms embrace.
Then, son of mine, dry your eyes!
Keep on chasing those sunny skies.
How time flies!
While my prize
Learns to fly.