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Poem: A Mother’s Longing

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The longing swells
like a beautiful ache,
too much
and not enough,
like words
that tumble over each other rushing to be heard,
to claim a vibrant, humming space
inside each breathless moment.
A longing
for his childhood
to never end,
or at least not yet,
not soon.
Not with the dragging weight
of self-conscious awareness
to steal his effortless presence in each moment,
Not with the need to fit himself to others’ expectations.
Not with the maturing steadiness
I know he needs to find
just
not yet.
A longing also,
guiltily,
for the energy
inside these slipping,
sliding,
urgent moments
to be here
with him
with joy.
To hold the space I know he needs
when I am already so over-stretched
and strained
from the need to fit myself to others’ expectations.
But,
most of all,
this longing that expands,
demands,
this swelling space inside,
is for the world –
somehow
to make a space for him
(and,
perhaps,
as well for me).
To open its heart wide enough.
To receive this precious gift
of his excitement
and imagination
and utterly original
Life.


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A Sunflower on the Side of the Road (a poem)

IMG_3753A flower smiled at me
as I was walking by,
distracted by my thoughts, and cares,
all unaware that here
within my reach
there was this stunning power:
beauty in a broken world.

I might have missed it in my rush,
but it stood tall and proud
it’s glowing, sun-rimmed, dark-eyed face
on level with my own
and beckoned me to stop
and gaze
and take a breath of joy.

And as I stood, and gazed, and breathed
— for this sweet moment full-aware —
the flower swayed and waved it’s salutation
moving in the wind
of passing cars
(which, doubtless, burned the flower
with their breath of noxious gas
that over-heats the life of growing, greening things).

But still the flower danced
and in that dance
it tugged the corners of my mouth
to smile back.