I wrote this as a talisman
to protect my kids
a sort of post-it
for peace
to protect my kids
a sort of post-it
for peace
for times parents become
casual as strangers
people you meet
in the street
if the kids are looking
they should pick up
how the past is
in pieces
people you meet
in the street
if the kids are looking
they should pick up
how the past is
in pieces
knowing it's better to love
where you happen to be
where you happen to be
until you again find
in me your home
in me your home
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Pic: A full morning moon nestled between the clouds and chemtrails on my way to work this morning. By the time I got out of work this evening, the moon was back in the sky. I barely saw the fam today!
12 comments:
Very touching poem, Maya!
Nice.
I love this poem. To be honest, sometimes I feel like I'm not smart enough for your blog (ha ha... kind of kidding but not really.) But reading it definitely stretches my mind!
Oh wow, this poem hits me right in the heart. Lovely.
Beautiful
Lovely...to me, this is about how your children are with you, then they drift away, then they come back to you. That is how it is, for sure. (whether that's what you meant or not)
Thank you, friend! XOXO
Thank you!
Thank you, Jenny! (And also--what?!? We read the same things, so you've got to be kidding!)
Gosh! Thank you!
Love when you're here! Thank you!
Thank you, J! I'm very with your read of things! Having older/grown-up kids for me has been about learning to loosen my grip and letting them find their way back... It's not easy :)
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