Do you remember, before you were born, child, how I was sad a lot, for I, back then, was always the other?
While he, in utmost civil tongue, talked and laughed hard with others and shouted and murdered and silenced the me
I talked to you, “It is okay.” and God would keep us and we three would always, always, always have eachother
God danced with us and I with you when no one else would dance with me…there was always and always another
Why then, the pool of flesh on the floor?
Why then, the hearkening back
Again and again and again?
Linoleum and helplessness
The feel of it all
On my knees
My shoulders, still
A Mother’s love
It’s why I breathe, still
What is the name of that road? The spirit and purpose of it? The one we approach, day in and day out, without hesitation?
Familiar with the smell of it, the distractions, attractions and tourist traps along the way, but unsure, in the dark, where to turn when it’s time, finally time, for a rest stop.
Trust, we must, the touch. The feel of our wheels we were gifted, from The Road of all roads, The Mother.
I’m telling your Mother
That she should not feel less than full delight
The pouring out of her heart, the raising up of her prayers
Now comes you, feet firm, breaking rules and records ‘neath the firmament
With kindness and heart-strength -look at how you look at us
We, treasure to you and reasons to hope, so you come close to learn
Simple and virtuous, your needs
Unafraid to speak from love, write of love, to be and die for love
Lovely Mother, you’ve lived Right, you have not squandered Light
See here, your beacon, your boy
With what gloves do you handle
The one who wonders at you
What pieces of your heart do you hold
For her alone
Will you rise to all she knows you are
And meet her at her pace
Catch her if you can!
With what boots do your walk upon
The one who provides for you
What segment of your sinew do you share
For her creatures
Will you champion her air and terroir
And give your dying breath
Back from whence you came!
She a girl
Who understood a heart
Who served her Master
Who trembled in fear
Who on her knees
Mama would say no of you
Too tall and all
The height that is
She would wish a finer dish
In thought and walk
And more clean-talk
Mama’s heart would break in two
To see my lumber
First fearfully made, consecrated one
Then daughter, blessed by a blood second to none
An auntie, to dear flesh -my heart did they steal
Now “Hi Mom” to Tiger, a cub with my zeal
He blessed me, here I stand, in nothing but grace
Surrounded in mercy’s why I seek His face