Mother’s Day Musings


for Sophia

i am a poet “ In” Los Angeles

not  “Of.”   mother’s day paintings

arrive from the ridge lined mountains

of Colorado drawn by Sophia’s ten year old wisdom

she makes me want to find a way to tell her

about joy, how nothing we think we want

ever heals the hole and yet it’s empty pitifulness

drives her toward a oneness that needs no home

in photos her smile seems tired as if living

in paradise is a long and difficult task her

father my bone as she is seems less than

full of joy too, he needs a memory board

implanted in the tender soft spot that made

him such a beautiful baby I’m far from where

i thought to be.. near as the heartbeat, All

kissing the dwelling place of Love i

step into the hole and invite her to dance.




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