Collectively created by the Feb 2016 Creative Writing meets Life Coaching for Mothers group.
I hear it calling me
love once removed
but he removed my belongings
and I moved on.
I didn’t know I would
fall in love with a man like I have.
A place that feels like home.
I think my treasure trove
How warm, how holding.
How have I managed to keep a lid on it for so
long, without it bursting open, contents flying
explosively around my head, a snow globe
whirling with excitement and wonder
like pebbles on a shoreline, tumble
and flow, come and go.
They needed the salt of a mother’s tears
cried into an ocean.
I look into the lichen
of you and remember to love.
I wouldn’t describe myself as a knitter
more of a collector of yarn
trying to gather all my fragments,
the shards on the kitchen floor
beautiful as crystals.
I love cotton reels and buttons.
I love beautiful things.
I love breathing the purple into my eyes.