Mother's Day

 

The most wonderful thing

happened today.

I woke up

and looked out the window.

My eyes could see,

and I could cherish them,

I could honor them

for the gift of seeing.

I could thank my wonderful eyes

for dogwood blossoms 

floating on unbounded blue.

My body was breathing.

I could relish my breath

and offer it to the next one

as if pouring something sweet

into a wonderful flame.

It was quite early with

a scent of coffee, a taste 

of warm muffin, blueberries 

crushed on my tongue.

Softly, barefoot

I stepped out on wet moss,

wonderful,

and listened to the spiral song

of a Swainson's Thrush

which swirled me up to where

I am,

turning to look inside

as she comes down the stairs,

the mother of our children.

It is the month of May, 

her wonderful cheeks

are blossoming, her eyes

alive with thanksgiving, like mine,

the unassuming fire

of the morning we met

still burning, the wonderful

morning that comes every day

if we let it.

Photo: Anna, with Liz and Abby, at the Jersey Shore