Dear One, This morning with sun pouring through my windows and my cup of coffee made perfect by my love I am thinking of you. Of us. At human being-ness. I sit in… Read More
And we gazed upon our beautiful mother,
and she said: Thousands of years from now,
when people say, How beautiful your children are!
Mothers, fathers, clasp the children Mothers, fathers, clasp the children, tie them to your breast and beam like flashlights, hold the children praise them with buckets of raspberries, shiny as jelly, give them… Read More
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
My circus animals were all on show,
Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot,
Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.