That night, we sat under the stars Laughter all around us buzzing That night, your hand became ours fingers interlocking like continents That night, your body so near Our heads on a single pillow That night, your woodsmoke hair Tickling my nose That night, was a very. good. night.
Her smooth skin tells all truths in gold hued white. Of choices waiting, paths untried, of tears uncried. It speaks of laughter, rapture, and a thousand joys to come. When womanhood arrives, so tremulous and unsure, will she be marked then? Stamped, with proof of trial or triumph? Middle life, or marriage, childbirth, loss, divorce, […]
My Dearest Abigail, We’ve shared many firsts, you and I. Your diaper was the first one I ever changed, in a hospital room, unsure of myself. You’re the first child I ever sang to sleep, holding you in my arms so small and fresh and strange. You are the first, best thing I ever did. […]
Dear Katherine, Today, you are a two year old. You were born into tumultuous times, my little darling, and I hope I can protect you from them. Last year, a series of civil revolutions and rebellions broke out in the Middle-East. They’re calling it the Arab Spring, I wonder if you’ll read about it in […]