Epicure

Five of us around the crisp, white tablecloth,
Smiling, laughing, loving for so long.
One tentatively tastes Friday's gateway to freedom,
Two slowly sips her son's wedding,
Three chokes with exhaustion and the unnecessary medication,
Four nibbles with delight on skyping her son and his new German family,
And five gulps down their love and warm familiarity.
Five of us swaddled in the bon vivant of our shared motherhood.

My Dance of Shame

Tip toeing and gentle nudging
Softly agreeing and smilingly attending.
(Please, please ... like me)

Deferring and nodding
While silently screaming,
'Do it my way!'
(Please, please ... like me)
So obsequious that even I don't like me.
But ... then you smile and I'm pretty sure you like me.

Upright, strong and solid, I protect myself.
I can't do anything about this,
It's not for me to do anything about this,
It's not for me to do something about this
There's no point in me changing, so I won't.
It's your problem, you fix it, you do it.
(and then, maybe ... I'll like you.)

Autumn

Soft vibrance and gentle forgiveness,
Clear eyed and wise.
Wrapped in memories of Spring's newness and Summer's heat
Reveling in the freedom of the paradox of life and death,
Living in the moment and watching
The disturbing and joyful changes in her life.

The sullen tunnel
Pounds with fear and
Feathery gasps of flight
Falling, falling - frozen

You are wrong
You are wrong
You are wrong

Light speed feelings
Wait for the words
Silent listening
Let's us both emerge - changed.

Writing

Like a secret lover, waiting for me
Seducing me with warm maybes
Stomach tightening and falling with sweet anticipation
Untangling and soothing my thoughts, my hopes, my pain, my delights.

The empty pages envelop me
Wrapping me in letters, fullstops words, dashes,sentences and commas.

Writing my soul together

Life

Flowing with 
Bubbles of laughter
Trickling thoughts
Raging anger
Swirling ideas
White water tears
Silent beginnings
Whirlpool endings
Rippling pain
Flooding love ...
Float!