Late Night Visitor – Grief Takes a Holiday

I feel like I have much to say, as well as nothing to say, because today is Mother’s Day.

Just Humor Me

Ecclesiastes 3:2

November 9 is an emotional day for me.

Painfully Celebrating

I divorced my reproductive system 19 years ago today.

Life Scenes

There is a pounding in the chest,
a faucet at the pores,
a deflated self-confidence,
a slow dance viewed from the wall.

There is a brightness so blinding,
a boom so deafening,
a chatterbox so muting,
a relationship that lives in abuse.

There is a movement in the lawn,
a bird in the tree,
a squirrel on the fence,
a cat in quest of a hunt.

There is a vacancy in the womb,
a longing to conceive,
a desperation to pro-create,
a prohibiting reminder that is flowing.

There is a machine to purify,
a food consumption ritual,
a phone call in the night,
a kidney that is ready for new life.

There is a forgiveness freely given,
a peace beyond understanding,
a hope not of this world,
a name that is written in the Book of Life.