There is a book (perhaps you've read it)
which speaks of colliding stars
of beauty in love
and vows taken
of children born
college degrees earned
a home unfinished
a tender peace warped into chaos
all ease of knowing
turned a family upside down
turned a woman inside out
turned a boy into a man
Each living chapter
writes into the next
realigning margins
and meaning
this story-weaving
a weft of vows broke
each sweet promise left to fray
undone by sacred tears
the years of silent transitions
bear a golden thread
forgiving this forgetting
of wisdom
re-spin a truer cord
recall a friend's unexpected humor
great - full - relief- laughter
well - it is all there
where the heart is
a new book is under contract (are you writing this?)
a wild, weaver-woman, yarns
a vision, given by children
she digs the garden
weeds for growth, her bare hands
tend the orchard of their future
trims the mint, the rosemary, the lavender
from ground-fall apples
she bakes a perfect pie
sweet cinnamon spiced honey
full mouths drip
where children laugh
and sing her a lullaby
under the canopy of stars
of a new moon night.
(c) 2007
See you in our dreams.
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