At 3:33 pm, on the third day of October, it is 82 degrees where I live in Michigan. The house is cool inside, too cool, so I’ve opened a window for balance–just one. The sun is a golden god today, and the trees are waving happy branches in the breeze–lots of them have managed toContinue reading “Feeling Some Type of Way”
If you’d let me, I’d count your freckles—each kiss print from the sun—I’d connect the dots of constellations tattooed on your alabaster skin—a magic map to be deciphered by the moonlight. You are the cosmos in human form—all-encompassing and beautiful beyond description. When I’m with you, I am energized; positivity radiates from your being, andContinue reading “Some Words for My Girl”
All my life, mother, I’ve loved you above myself even when you’ve loved yourself more than you’ve loved me in return. I now know you’ve hated yourself for making me abandon myself in hopes you’d love me in return. You’re sick, my mother; you’re aware. But I am strong, and you are proud. You don’tContinue reading “You’re a Bitch, and I love You”
Girl-child, sun freckled, and blonde you grew smaller year by year my lap is too big for you Girl-child is a woman engaged now and memories are not fireflies housed in jars on summer nights or else I’d have a collection of endless summers *photo: Mother Nature Network
I knew for certain I was pregnant three months before my eighteenth birthday; I was a high school senior. I wanted to die. Or at least I wanted her to die, though I couldn’t show up for the abortion my step-mother had arranged. I just couldn’t bring myself to take an active part in theContinue reading “Wishing for Death: 2”
Year 20 I look to my Sun– alabaster skin blue-grey eyes; still seas but never silent. Year 20 She’s aged 100, immortally kind, ageless wise; true mouth but never savage. Year 20 Nicole, I may have given birth to you, but you have given me life.
She is art, this girl of mine is central, the golden sun hung high in my universe all knowing of naught but love *Photo: Laurie Lanczynski
I’m glad my parents failed me, because in their failure, they were actually succeeding. I grew up knowing my parents were human beings, like me. I learned that there are consequences for everyone; I learned humility, and that taking responsibility for one’s offenses was honorable. Imperfect people raising imperfect adults–that’s where’s it at. It makesContinue reading ““Teach Them Well, and Let Them Lead the Way””
Unfurl your petals– stretch out and reach for the sun, my beautiful girl, the brightest in my garden. You’ve saved more than my own life.