Dusk

220 :: Dusk

it’s the color of dusk
when I am captive
on the bed with a nursing toddler
who won’t let go of my breast
and who won’t let go into sleep
because the world is too full
of wonderful things
and he says “turn off the light”
but there is no light on
to turn off –
only the soft glow of blue dusk
filling the room,
begging for a poem,
calling me to write
before I am claimed by dreams
and night

Boy and Currents

196 :: Boy and Currents

Yesterday I felt so sure.

I stood there, in the morning kitchen light,
taking photos of him,
holding currents.

And here he is, filling the frame,
in all his baby, toddler, unselfconsciousness goodness.

But today, I don’t feel so sure.
I’m questioning the light
and how I spend my time,
and all this reflecting I do.

What do I do?
I stand here, admiring him
holding currents.

Together

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Mothering these two beautiful children, ten years apart in age, is one of my greatest challenges and also one of my greatest joys. The connection between them is a tremendous gift. He looks up to her with such unconditional affection and awe. She nurtures him with such adoration. Quite often these days, she is her most expressive self with him.

And he is getting quite an education from her. Today I asked if he wanted to look for tadpoles when we went down to the beach. He looked up at me and said, in his most matter-a-fact way, “We can’t go into their habitat.”

Now I wonder where my 2-year-old learned that?