...is allowing someone to sleep when you want them awake. ...is saying that it will be ok when you aren't sure if it will. ...is calling and listening to what people have to say when you are embarrassed. ...is making sure that saying "I love you" is the last thing they hear before they leave.… Continue reading Forgiveness…
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Leaving
Today we held hands over your bag which was between us. Both of us were tired, dark circles beneath our eyes; purple with sadness and exhaustion. As we got closer to the airport, we held hands. We didn't talk. But your grip got tighter and as the airplanes got bigger I could feel you getting… Continue reading Leaving
A poem for Thursday
Do you remember those days? Do you wish they would come back to you? Do you want to start over? Perhaps you just need a rest. Do you remember those dreams? Do you wish you still had them? Do you still long for the same things? Are you still feeling blessed? I don’t know. I… Continue reading A poem for Thursday
Cookies
I watched Mom kneed cookie dough for the first time this season and I snuck pieces of it when she wasn't looking. I sat right there a the kitchen table awaiting scraps like a little dog. My cold is settling in my ears but I did take my coloring book down from my shelf while… Continue reading Cookies
a thought…
I think you need to love yourself well. I think you need to be ok with being alone for the rest of your life because you are awesome and fun. You create a life of abundance and surround yourself correctly with the right people, places and things. No one will complete you, but you. You… Continue reading a thought…
Homeward Bound
I must make home within my own heart, my broken, busted, earthquaked heart full to the brim with memories and hope and earth with the possibility of something new to grow. You have to clear the field before you plant. The death of all the past year, of who I was, has to happen as… Continue reading Homeward Bound
magic 3
The best part about the Autumn is the season of 3. Of you, you, and me. And holiday shopping and leaves falling and pie and that Christmas tree farm on the Avenue and decorating the tree for the season and wine in the kitchen and that time you wore a cape to dinner, and the… Continue reading magic 3
Sisters
When I think about you, I imagine you wearing yellow and how the sun catches your hair red-gold. I imagine a space that is so white it is blinding, and sunlight dripping lace patterns onto hardwood floors; places for you to dance around. Your dress is linen. It may be cream. It may be purple.… Continue reading Sisters
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