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
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...
stay 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?
17 comments:
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.
Take care.
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.
Gorgeous, Maya! I can feel the pain of letting your little birdie fly the coop. :...(
Ugh, Arizona. I am sure At will be safe, and at the same time, bringing a passport is a good precaution these days.
Thank you, Nance... He's a very indulgent canine parent :).
Thank you.
Thank you, Jenny!
I don't worry quite so much when my birdie flies to Seattle, Lisa :/
Thanks, J! (Glad to know it's not all in my head; horrified it's real.)
And thank you, friend!
I hope At will be fine, good luck.
Naughty puppies!
Your poem -- oh, yes. It hits all the right notes and memories. And I'm sure At will be fine but the passport is a smart idea.
Thank you, Nicole. (They're so naughty!)
<3, Jeanie.
I'm sorry you have to worry like this. I hope we will see change for POC and trans folk soon.
Thank you, Steph... As you correctly surmised, it's both those things, and the passport will make one of those things worse, actually.
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