Tag: poetry

It is
the purest slice
of heaven
to share
a household
with you to
dream a dream
with you to
build a life
with you in
a kitchen
without a table
we're content to
sit on the floor.

"I can't wait to see you."

Dazzled.
Humbled.

We share a meal,
a game, a show,
a movie, an anime.
We talk, debate,
(the intensity of
those eyes),
and there's
that smile
like a burst
of sunshine,
and that laugh
that makes me
smile, and
we hug
and--

You cough and I hold
my breath. Are you
warm enough? How did
you sleep? Do you
need a blanket, a
glass of water?

All is right with
the world only when
all is right with
you.

Am I a freak?
Probably.
Weirdo,
to love some
other mothers'
child.
Love, complete.
"You are family."
I cried on the bus
but I always cry
on the bus.
I'm a faulty
faucet a
weeping
willow a
salty
subject to a
menopause mess.

Twenty five, you say?
I'll raise you
forty-six and
childless, an
old spinster,
a nobody
to anybody.

"What if I get used to this?"
I laughed. "To having friends?"

You replied, as we walked
side by side, "You'll build a life
outside your trauma."

Speechless.
Graced by your wisdom.
Grateful for your friendship,
your company, your trust.

You are my honest friend,
my Millennial bestie.

You are a strong young man
who drew an old maid
from a deep well.

You were a good kid
in a bad situation.

You were worth listening to.
You were worth protecting.
You were worth loving.
Every moment, every day.
You still are.

Believe it.

January 27, 2021

how can i convey what it was like
to learn to love at forty six?

in a storage room
in a throne room
listening and
listened to

i spoke

'i was not allowed to love
it was not safe to love
i need to love
you need to be loved'

my kids
my Millennials
my Gen Zees
my heart

broke open

when we
met at Moses
my best friend
my honest friend
(you saw me

i saw you)

motherless
child
childless
mother

i swam up through
oxytocin eyes
and breathed
in twenty-
five years of grief
bridged by the
backbone of
a titan
tapped out
in words that spilled
and spilled into
a pool
a stream
a river
an ocean
a thundering
heart
beat
folded into
steel
to pierce the
hooded eyes of the
world

in a little city
in a park
in a studio
in a storage room
in a throne room

in free fall

i opened my arms

and was embraced by a
life worth living
by a family worth loving

in the year of the virus

in the best year
of my life.

January 2021