Trust
How do you learn to trust after you have been taught not to that question touches everything if you let it
Freedom
I am not a child I do not need a babysitter if you must treat me like a teenager I will text before I leave I will text when I get there I will text when I leave I will text when I get home and you don’t have to worry and I get to be free a little longer
Touch
The power of touch they miss it young and old single or widowed divorced selfless touch no expectation of anything in return and they whisper I forgot what it feels like to be touched
At the end of a day
Let me close my eyes at the end of a day in the hills doors open breezes blow in scent of pine and clean air has no unnatural smell here and I hear an owl calling in the trees marking his territory looking for dinner as I drift off to sleep
Stargazing Mice
Cabin in the woods always trapping mice every night the ritual traps with peanut butter placed in the basement check them in the morning a good night three traps two mice I load the traps in the car we are going for a ride I take them to the astronomy park far enough...
He spoke poetry
He spoke love poems to me all the time they were in his words and his hands his lips and his body and all the things he did captured here by me in my poetry
I owned their stories
Still babes I owned their stories I could make him their father a bum or a prince anything I chose human
The tug of war
A tug of war that never ends children on one side parents on the other children growing up pulling away having their own lives later aging parents now pulling their end trying to hold onto theirs
My mother’s books
I go through My mother’s things now that she is gone books and books and more books and the online record she used to prevent duplicate buying a database of her library pictures she added of the cover book in her lap I can see her legs framing it holding it in place...