Oh how I love you.
And so very wildly surprised
(And delighted) at how
Motherhood spins all these
Invisible threads that
Bind me to you.
Hoping this solidarity’s (desperation) will
Defy time and space,
Carry over, blanket you in all things needed.
Hoping these while-you’re-away prayers
Are reaching the throne of heaven.
Hoping that somehow
My love for you is an offering;
That these frantic hopes please Him and
See you protected and good-showered
– help to defeat all that would harm or steal.
I pine for your return:
But I celebrate your going
As I try to bravely (not cut)
Stretch the cord enough that you feel free
But still fully supported.
That you feel free to go
And (always) free to come back, to be, to bound to me.
Not stifled, not held back,
But wholly loved that you’re filled full up,
Ready in turn to fully live, fully love.
Be free, my darlings.
Be open, be wise, be strong, be kind.
Be impervious to evil’s wiles.
Be engaged in love’s beauteous play,
Life’s glorious possibilities.
As you’re away,
And know that I am grateful that you are (at least little bit) mine.
And most of all,