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Sunday, February 14, 2010

On love


No red roses with baby's breath wrapped in tacky cellophane.
No big Valentine's balloon.
No cheesy Valentines day card.

Instead.

A lie in in bed.

Breakfast in bed.

A statue.
A yoga lady.
Because she reminds him of me.
A soy candle.
Rose and geranium.
He says it smells like the earth.

A poem.
On giving.
Because he says I give so much.

He says he wanted me to nurture myself.
So he got me the yoga lady.
Because I love yoga.
And the candle.
To meditate.
Because I am so much better when I meditate.

And he has always written me poems.
And love letters.
Always.
He is always giving.

He is my knight in shining armour.

My Valentine.

I love you.
My Sweetie.

Always.



Monday, February 1, 2010

Taking flight.


My little bird started her new school today.
A school that is in the Pine forests.
With teachers who love children.
Who respect them as the most important people in our society.
A school that cares about the world.
The school that I was dreaming she would go to.

And so she went.
She was so brave.
With Kitty.
And Blankie.
And Teddy.

And we went into the class.
And her teachers were so nice.
And they showed her around.

Would she like it?
This Montessori school?

I wish I knew.
I wanted to stay.
But this was her moment.

Her next step into the world.

I couldn't take it away from her.

So I put on a brave face.
Gave her a hug.
And a kiss.
And walked out.

And my heart broke into a million pieces.

And I cried in the car.

Your children are not of you.
They come through you.
So said a wise man.

My little bird is flying from the nest.

I am so proud of her.

So happy.

And my heart is also broken open.

Fly my little bird.
Fly to your dreams.
Mama loves you.

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