Before the day demands it -

And the world tries to steal it -

And for my children I honor it -

        ….I give it to myself first.

You only saw dead flowers


                                                where I saw a field wishes.

It was
A beautiful unfolding,
The way his
Words
Unwove
All the intricate knots
That held together
The pieces of
My tender heart.

Lost in spaces
Between
Smiling faces
And hungry hands...
Deep blue eyes
And ocean sands.
I found him
On the shoreline,
This magic man.

His smile
Crinkled at corners
Where kisses
Ached to be placed,
Burning joy
Into my skin,
Breathing life
Into my brokenness.

And..

Before it came,
Had to let it go.
Set fire to dreams
Where love could grow.

Left me standing
In a September breeze
Surrounded
By swaying trees.
With a yellow heart,
And a small pink scar,
And dreams
Left unseen.