We seek moments FOUND
Amid chaos and noise
Wherein we take a risk: to write,
To stretch and occasionally struggle
Pushing on: another risk, to SHARE
Not a shelf of dusty LIBRI
(Sad records of the past –
Frozen and forgotten)
But rather to capture living fragments-
Light and magical as feathers
That TWIRL in the wind

Georg’ann

Sending her to DREAM, listening to lullabies.
A collection she now knows by heart,
as do I, as does my adult daughter.
Her soft voice sings along, as does mine,
“…in a flash of GLORY, in a ray of light,
welcome to the world that will hold you tight.”
Quickly her voice falls away as her breath deepens into slumber.
Emotions WHIRL about in this peaceful scene,
lit with amber salt light.
My tender joy always comes
with a SWIRL of sorrow.
Her face on the pillow, arms wrapped around a squishy, plush axolotl
is an innocence, a vulnerability
that splays my heart space.
Like in her sand scene created earlier, the wide eyed recognition that life goes by quickly.
Ripe with suffering, with fear.
As she already knows too well.
I reach out to TWIRL one of her
golden curls,
silk threads around my finger.

Heather