Pink gifts

June 18, 2011

She brushed me with
the sweetest petals of motherhood
Her arms flung around my neck,
kisses were stamped on my cheek,
and she crowed:
Mommy, I love you so much
I don’t even have the word,
even more than you can imagine!

It’s mutual.
As were the damp starry eyelashes.

Better and better

June 17, 2011

If I could send a call
singing along the phantom lines
of yesterday,
I’d call to tell my earlier self,
‘Don’t worry, darling.
This is the hardest part.
It gets better, I promise.’

The cashier looked at
my load.
Yoga mat,
sports bra,
yoga pants,
two tank tops,
a DVD with loud marketing
and one that proclaimed exercise
is fun when you Dance With The Stars.
I blushed.
At least I hadn’t thrown
a bag of Doritos in there.
The kind woman didn’t say
a thing.

Nothing would please.
Holes in the tights.
Braids too tight.
We forgot her snack.
But worst of all:
Mommmmm!!!! Listen to me!!!
I’m too dehygerated, I just

I concentrated on keeping my breathing
slow and steady.
Things were quiet for a minute. Then,
What’s dehygerated?

Some days I feel like I’m failing
at everything.
So then I take a little paper,
and a pair of scissors, and some glue,
and I mess around… just messing…
around… with paper…
until beauty has its way with me.
And I wrest glory out of failure.
Now listen, my dears.
Did you know that I send out a little
rich juicy starry beauty
every month?
If you’re not on the list for that,
you should be…
because I’m sending out some extra
treats this month.

I resurrected an old dinnertime ritual,
and no one protested.
Hurray for picnics in the park! I started.
She leaped in joyfully:
Hurray for a pretty couch!
Hurray for a blackboard!
Hurray for a chair I never sat on til today!
Hurray for a craft table!
Hurray for scissors! For enchiladas! For pears!
Hurray for– for– for us!

It’s hard to top that.
But I would add, hurray for beauty
even in
the humblest of crannies.

Brown paper package

May 20, 2011

I haven’t even opened it yet.
I’m just looking at it,
holding the subtle flavor of
on my tongue.
Thank you, my dear friend.
The cosmos is whispering in so many ways,
“It’s all right.
You are loved.”
Today, it spoke through the mail.

One step at a time

May 19, 2011

We don’t have a table or chairs yet.
I haven’t said goodbye properly
to some of my favorite people.
I’m drowning in email.
But we have flowers.

A little of this, a little of that…
and perched on top,
the babies in their car seats.
Who are lavished with much cooing.

Photo credit: AJK

No sandals?
No problem.
An ingenious aunt
and some shopping bags
will do the trick.

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