From my mother’s death came life

From my soul water sprung

An explosion of raw love being born

Words came like breath, a natural comforting rhythm

I couldn’t get the words to paper fast enough

I laughed at the sloppy handwriting just happy that this life flowed freely untamed and unmastered

Life changing, unexpected and welcoming

Like a warm fire on a bitter cold night

How this gift she gave and didn’t know it

Or did she?

The words came in rushes

Freeing my pain and passion

As if it had been, drowning gasping for air

The paper merging with my pen as if to

“Thank you, you are finally here...I’ve been waiting.”

The paper gracefully closes its eyes having peace

Long awaited

As I see the stories take shape my heart sings a song I’m just now hearing... it comes above its whisper

Emotions... Memories...Thoughts... Flow

Love, Hate, Happy, Sad

A merge of creation

Like two lights being joined together

A fiery ignition

 The palm of my hand somehow connecting with my sprit

and everything good in me

What now I ask….

I can’t wait to see!