Putting our Heads Together

Putting our Heads Together
I don't think he sees me

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Mother's Day

We first live inside our mothers
Their womb dark warm security
Their feelings our first taste of pure love
Before there is a heart to beat

The nurturing and love unending
They follow, guide, surround
Amniotic fluid of our external lives
Metaphorical womb we can always return to

Your love defined my love
Your gentleness, my emotional guidepost
Your presence is ever with me
Your life gave me my life and I love you


  1. Sigh. I like this. Thinking about my mama. Good job.

  2. Oh my, and I'm still thinking about the old time barber shop; now this

  3. Your mom always smiled when I saw her. Made me smile in return.

    Ben Lovejoy