Blue Yes

As I look into the blue yes Of the face of my son He is talking Words like flight, like running and jumping in – Cannonball splash I feel myself depart, searching With swelling desperation The desperation Searching for a way to convey I love you Without guilt Without it being a burden But I am lost Because the desperation will be in it And the guilt I am mute How to convey The feeling that...read more

The Biggest Love

I wanted a child Because I was going to invent the Biggest love That had ever been Pure love Pure beauty I could be Mary (Ah! Ah!Ah!) And all the trying Soul searching Book reading Frustration, worrying Falling short, falling apart Hating myself Loving myself Losing and finding and losing Myself Again and again Was not about Raising my sons It was about Raising myself Parenting isn’t so much Something to do As...read more