Thursday, July 31, 2025

tripping

everything today feels like it has happened before
before you leave, I fix your smile in my mind
the scent of your forehead from babyhood 
any other time it would be just my love
this time in urgency, I stoop to say
carry your passport with you
and text me a copy of it 
be safe, my love
_____________

Note: At was here for fam dinner with a friend and told us she was going to Arizona for SLE's memorial next week. It sent me into a bit of a panic to think of her going to Arizona all by herself, TBH.

Pic: Huck and Max are misbehaving a bit a the dinner table, Nu's expression says they'd never have been allowed to get away with such behavior, what's up with that?

5 comments:

Nance said...

I can feel the overwhelming love mixed with concern in this poem, maya. It's like a rapid heartbeat.

Your husband's face in this photo is wonderful. He is the picture of kind, loving patience.

Gillian said...

Take care.

Jenny said...

Beautiful, and I can feel the anxiety in this poem. It's hard to let our kids go! I'm sure At will be fine.

Lisa's Yarns said...

Gorgeous, Maya! I can feel the pain of letting your little birdie fly the coop. :...(

J said...

Ugh, Arizona. I am sure At will be safe, and at the same time, bringing a passport is a good precaution these days.

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