Whoever you will be
Despite or because of me
Is a mystery
Both exciting & terrifying
The possibilities
My control is minimal
To love you
Is the most precious gift




Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
You are my legacy
A light continuing to shine
Long after I’m gone
My love fuels the flame
May you burn so bright
The years must squint
At your everlasting beauty.

Swimsuits drying on a porch baluster
Toys strewn about
Chair fabric stained
Feet landing in sticky places on the floor
Board and batten splattered with Nutella
Delicious wool rug pulled from little truck tires
Crumbs collecting in corners
As much as I long
For things to be tidy, beautiful, esthetic
I want more for them to be used up
Overworked
So that my home
Becomes like my favorite sweater
Crumpled, soft, a hug.






