you are 4
what a privilege it is to care for you
in this mad broken world
to have held you long
before you were born
mama
yes…
is today the 16th?
no. why?
i want to live with you forever.
really? you might want to get your own place one day. maybe even your own bed?
nope.
how beautiful it is to be loved by you
the you that is not yet cognizant that you’ll want your own life
to sing for you long
after you’ve closed the door
mama
yes…
i‘m heavier today.
you’re growing, it’s fantastic.
lily said she can’t carry me anymore. will you still carry me?
yes, bean. i’ll carry you always or until you stop wanting to be carried, but even then i’ll carry you too.
what a gift it is to love you
tiny teller of tales
forever singing
pink mountaintop with fists of fury and light
please don’t let them make you small
mama
yes…
why does the wilitary block the flotillas?
military. because they believe the land belongs to them.
can you do it again?
i make a fleet of boats with my fingers
she swoops in with an elbow to block me -
we can build a bridge for the food.
yes, Nanouk, we should build a bridge.
how insanely lucky i am to keep you safe
as genocides rage on
sometimes i feel powerless
in this abundance of sorrow
grief has a specific taste
metallic
i am familiar with it now
but grief is love
i love well
even in their absences
i love well
even in my rage
i love well
and this abundance in my heart
sets me free
thanks for letting me love you
i hope you continue to hold reverie
for the little things
you remind me daily that that is in fact
the secret to a joyful life
how lucky i am to watch the sunrise with you
to see your ears perk at a new sound
to witness you care for your friends
how you can spend hours in the water
your newfound love for persimmons
we are safe
we are full
we are lucky
we are loved
happy 4 birthday winter solstice warrior
thanks for bringing back the light