Poetry, motherhood and beyond.
When death finally comes, the sea is calm, an unassuming breeze sweeps the surface // Nothing here speaks of the crashing waves, the scrambling men, the raging froth // that ruled these waters not so long ago // Nothing here knows the magnificent vessel // that brought us here but now rests deep below.
No more flies buzzing in and out through the open door on summer days // No more sun-warmed thresholds as your bare feet make an imprint. // No more stormy nights where you sit quietly inside listening to the wind howl.
For all the meals we never shared // For all the time we never had // For all the things we never said // Know this, as you be on your way: I'd give it all back, just for time.
On Mama's Mind 