Everything lately seems to be coming up winged for me,
The days flying by,
the giddy heights and sharp downward swoops of learning how to parent...
the upward resurrection of a joy that just a few short months ago was
seemingly cut off by the loss of Jones...
It still hurts deep in my solar plexus when I think of him -
how gentle and curious he always was when children came into our home
hovering near but far enough away to escape their squealing clutches
returning again and again to see and smell...
The hearts are ours, it would seem
A house so steeped in sadness has found its savior
and I cannot help but create from this place
where hurts are healed with a coo
and ordinary things are steeped in wonder;
eyes learning to focus
waking to the sweetest breath on my cheek
gentle lamplight in the wee hours of the morning
by whose glow the smallest among us dines...
He who flew to us from the source of All....