To Have Time
I can not breathe
for the sheer
permission of
my life.
My life --
that which I --
live in
speak in
breathe in
touch.
At this moment
warming green tea
in hand
as I look out
at coldly blue skies
with softly dancing
down snow.
Snow. that my
daughter and I
walked among
this morning
to school
listening to her thoughts
random and swirling
softly dancing
down.
And then,
The Good-bye
A clasping of intensity
A wishing to remain
together.
And her brave
straight back
as she continued
through the snow
alone -- without me
into the building.
And I can not breathe
choked by gratitude
to be there
and an ache
for her small
determined bravery.
I see it, love,
I see it.
2 Comments:
Oh my!! Brave young Zion! Beautiful, aware, awake mommy! Such a precious ache of a scene. Awe and gratitude. Awe and gratitude for such beauty.
Could you post this piece on the Children's spirituality group page? I love it!
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