If I let you, you would empty me out.
I love you enough to allow it.
But what would that teach you about life?
You own no one but yourself.
I can’t.
You & I would both be lost.
Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
If I let you, you would empty me out.
I love you enough to allow it.
But what would that teach you about life?
You own no one but yourself.
I can’t.
You & I would both be lost.
Doctors can’t figure
What is going awry
With daddy’s heart.
Won’t beat on time
Rhythm out of whack
Arteries too small
To carry life to his bones.
Time after time
Changing medications
Cutting him open.
Never works quite right.
What the docs don’t know
What I wish I could explain
Is the organ is simply this-
Broken.
The child he raised
Loved with his whole self
Left this place forever.
Daddy’s soul severed that day.
The grief he carries
The literal weight of the world
It’s something modern medicine
Can never explain.
Only time & Jesus
Can heal his heart now.
I saw a picture of me
From 7 years ago
A tiny wisp of a thing
Like a strong wind might
Knock me right over.
I took a lot of stock
In that type of thing
Back then.
The less space I took up,
The better.
Now I’ve got pounds
From each of my babies
Clinging to my bones.
My hips, breasts, skin stretched
To accommodate them.
There are days
I relish past memories.
That look, energy, freedom.
Then I remember the miracle
God did with my body
To create this family.
Whatever I thought
Back then
Is but a whisper
Compared to what is now.
Your blond head heavy on my thigh
Sleeping deeply in your baby way
In this rare, peaceful moment of time
I take a brief minute to pray
Lord, thank you this precious treasure
A gift much rarer than gold
This child’s value is too great to measure
Unlike a thing to be bought or sold
You grew in my womb
Creating you with God’s magic
A tiny egg in a dark tomb
An ancient, indescribable relic
I want to bottle up this sliver of time
Put it on like my favorite sweater
Beautiful enough to be a crime
Staring at you like a long lost letter
Babies don’t keep, they say
Cliche and sadly true
I find myself grasping anyway
I will try to let go when it’s due
The weight of that is mine to bear
A mystery for mothers alone
To grow you inside out
Knowing this time is on loan
Who you will one day be
Is both entirely & not at all
Up to me
God don’t let me fall.