I took you there to celebrate the harvest pumpkins and hayrides the giant Ferris Wheel I can still feel you pressed against my chest and see your bright eyes taking it all in It was your complexion milky like your sleepy smile downy fluff hair flushed and full cheeks delicious thighs and eyes that hold … Continue reading
It’s funny-I think the two things that I’m best known for are for my openness about grieving and my love for coffee- not two things I’d have aimed for or chosen, but there it is. The first poem I posted has to do with both grief and coffee, as do most of my days, I suppose… … Continue reading
“Authenticity is a collection of choices that we have to make every day. It’s about the choice to show up and be real. The choice to be honest. The choice to let our true selves be seen.” – Brene Brown Authenticity is one of the things I’ve been trying to put my finger on behind … Continue reading
I had a dream when I was up at my grandparents last weekend that I don’t want to lose, even though it tears me apart, puts me to shame, and brings regret bubbling to the surface to rear its ugly head moreso than almost anything I can recall. It’s not that it was a nightmare, at … Continue reading
Grief is proportionate to love It hurts because it matters My former life was full of you and so you’re in my latters You will always matter I’ll hold any form you take We are all of stardust formed in 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, and 8 Phyllotaxis of the soul where chi aligns with … Continue reading
I have felt the weight of you since you were a twinkle in a star’s eye before either of us knew you were you I loved you with my whole heart before you were half the size of it and with my whole self before I even knew my capacity I sang and we danced … Continue reading
I’ve looked at the clock at 11:04 since high school. AM, PM- it doesn’t matter which. So, when the midwife told me that my due date with my second son was November 8th… well, you can guess my response. 11:04 = 11/04 = AHA! I told her my notion about the fourth and she proceeded, … Continue reading
