Yellow like Buttercup 

Yoga class
A dark, dark street
At the end of the line, please, please, please
My first Home
A Trek not for the faint
The seat of power 
Christmas but not really
Where the mountains meet the sea
At school one day on a lark
Christmas for real this time
New Year’s for sure
With a porch swing
In the mailbox 
Around every corner
God knows where else I’ve forgotten 
I grew honest 
I grew proud
He was there and you were where?

Fireflies’ Lives

In the tiniest of places
I know where to find
The silly at heart
So lovely, so kind

Throughout the day
The feeding of souls
In a lemon-yellow room
They do dine and reach goals

A breezy tree fort
Where they learn their true names
During made-up mysteries
While good fun stakes its claim

In a south-facing cove
At the end of the day
See them nurture the Earth
Helping love find its way

Champions I Know

This is typical.  Last night, at bedtime, in bed, my boy draws for me his version of a flower.  In yellow highlighter.  That’s the typical part -the yellow highlighter.  It’s how he speaks best to me.  He knows I’ll take the effort to look hard and see him there, hidden in yellow against a white background.

He slept with that marker last night and woke up with it this morning, determinedly placing it behind his ear for safekeeping.  At breakfast he sat, yellow highlighter marker tucked behind his ear.  In the car on the way to school, how many times did it fall from behind his ear and, without wavering, he placed it back again?  He wore it into school and intends to keep it there with him all day.  I didn’t need to ask him why, I just hope his teacher will get it too.  What secret flowers will he give to the world today if permitted?

My littlest sister won the ‘You Are So Damn Correct Award’ just two days ago when she said to cheer me up “at least you have your child.”  Yes.  It was an out-of-the-blue remark and I fought to understand the relevance in the moment.  But I get it now.  With the image of my boy getting out of the car with a yellow highlighter marker tucked behind his ear, fully prepared to give the world secret flowers, I get it now.


Share some small secret

Use yellow euphemisms

I’ve insistent eyes