The poetic juices are starting to flow again, so here are a few lines penned in recent weeks...
An animal I loved was silent,
sprawled motionless all day
upon stacked pillows while my
young mind was filled with knowledge.
Sometimes she greeted my return
with a quick nuzzle,
but we both knew the best was
yet to come when,
bath and bedtime story behind,
she came to life with a shy bark
in the agile hands of the
master puppeteer.
Little did she know
our nighttime talks would
speak security into my soul,
shared giggles paving a path of
confident trust on which I could
walk for a lifetime.
A stubbled kiss goodnight and
fingertips brushing mine
brought the curtain down,
ushering me into the rest of
the beloved.
She carries a box of possibility on her back
Ambling across the station
Agile fingers trained by untold hours
Alone
Listening
Repeating
Beginning anew
Again
Hopeful
I long to follow
to where she will open it next
Upon seeing a violinist traversing the Gare Montparnasse, 16h45
27 April 2024
Photo by Black Iris Visuals on Unsplash
Knee-high child with the azure eyes
Blonde locks framing her smile alight
Bubbles with joy as her papa’s
Sure arms invite her to play
That age-old metro game of
In/dependence, trust, and daring—
He will not let her fall
Paris metro, line 4, between Saint Michel and Montparnasse
27 April 2024
Two boys full of life, wondrous mischief pulsing from every cell
A cup of juice splashes to the floor
Their worldviews forming before my eyes through their weary mother’s voice:
« Dieu n’aime pas quand on joue avec la nourriture » (God doesn’t like when we play with food)
She’s doing her best with what she’s been given
Heart pinching, my silent prayer rises
—May they know the truth of what (and who) You love.
Gare de Montparnasse, 16h15
27 April 2024
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