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.

Is there anything
more delicious
than talking with
people you adore?
Not much, but
buckets of greens
crisp and leafy
veined with purple and


January 1, 2011

Oh, beautiful world.
I adore you so.
May you love yourself
as I love you, and may
I love myself
as you love me.
And we shall call ourselves

Hoiku Sanka (Obversation Day)

November 30, 2010

Five hours today at
the critter’s school
inspired nothing less
than reverence
for the women who wear
the pink aprons.
And I remembered
what a miracle it was
three and a half years ago
when the most amazing
daycare in the world
turned out to be two minutes
from our apartment.
And I decided to go ahead
and just
for the next miracle.

Turning Point

November 28, 2010

Goodbye, dear autumn.

The lotus pods have been put away.
The turkey has been eaten,
my birthday champagne has been drunk,
the karaoke has been sung
and the advil has been taken.
The girl and I have fallen
back in love.
As we pulled open boxes
of snowmen and angels,
she said,
Oh, Mommy, my heart!
I feel so much in it that
I think I need to cry!

The old man said, ‘You’re a couple of old sentimental fools.’
The girl said, ‘I’ve been waiting for this my whole life!’

Birthday celebrations continue

November 21, 2010

I have already received
many beautiful and
lovely gifts,
but the best of them all
was handed to me with the words,
Let me tell you what it says, Mommy.
It says, To Mommy, love with
so much love
love, love, love,
from me.

Our little hearts

November 17, 2010

As I snuggled her into bed,
I told her that I was
happy in my heart.
She thumped her chest.
You’re always IN
my heart, Mama.


November 9, 2010

That’s the biggest kiss I have.


November 8, 2010

It was the most ordinary of moments.
I was hanging up laundry and
thinking about what I wanted to
get done today.
But Music For Airports was on
and suddenly
I was flung awake–
laid open to
the light streaming into my apartment,
the pearly softness of the cashmere
sweater with ice skates on it,
the poignancy of small socks with
tiny pink bows.
It was all so much, I
had to lie down and cry
for a few minutes.

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