8 May 2011

Mother’s Day. My baby is almost 22 months — my how time has flown. He is the sweetest boy in the world. A few weeks ago he said “I love you” for the first time. It’s amazing listening to him talk, learn to. Incredible really. To be your mother is to be the best woman I can be.


To watch you live life:

The robin on the lilac
tree not yet bloomed —
blooming, the soon-to-be
smell of my childhood
hideout, you point to it
& say, bird — calling
the thing by its name,
calling attention to it &
by it beautiful.
The act of the word — one
syllable — bird. You have
been my bird since the day
those birds hatched
in the nest outside our window
you inside me as I watched
their mother feed them worms —
nest of dog hair and twigs,
to make something that lovely
for you to live in, handmade,
beak-made & brimming
with new life.


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