My Son

 I hear your voice,

For the first time- 

It is distant, but familiar-

You are with me.

Tears fall from my eyes,

You say "Mom, mom, mom- I'm OK. I'm right here."

I try to catch my breath,

"I know baby, I know." but the pain still lingers in this lifetime.

You've been with me before, and we will be together again.

Your voice, that of my son, has come to me in a different form this lifetime. I beg the universe to reunite me with you- sooner than later.

So surreal- 

Hearing your voice in my head- from another realm,

My human body cannot comprehend,

but my soul so deeply knows.

You are my baby boy, my green eyed love, the soul of my son.

Will we meet again in this lifetime? 

Or will I have to wait until the next? 

My soul longs to hold you in my arms, hold you close to my chest, watch your chest rise and fall while listening to your heartbeat.

You are with me.

You are a part of me.

You surround me in love and light.

I love you.

Your Eyes

 She has your eyes,

Eyes that I'll fiercely protect until my days come to an end.

Seas of blue, curiosity, and wonder.

Eyes of adventure and light.

She has your eyes,

Soft and gentle,

Eyes that want to see the best in people, 

Eyes that see goodness in evil, and beauty in pain. 

She has your eyes,

Eyes where I see family, friendship, and faith. 

I see you in her, 

I see the skies in your eyes, I see hope in your eyes, I see joy in your eyes. 

I see a painful journey, with a glorious rebirth - a rebirth that has allowed her to see you; purely, and in your glowing, magnetic field. 

God gave her your eyes,

So that she can see what love looks like, so she can find moments of clarity, so she can gaze into the face of adventure fearlessly and with confidence. 

God gave her your eyes so she can see with an open mind and an open heart. 

God gave her your eyes 🤍

Fine Sunday

 What a fine Sunday,

Drinking coffee like wine

Wonderin' if one day, you'll 

Maybe be mine

Twisted and teathered by the stories I love,

Cursing the heavens and the Man up above

What if maybe baby...

You can call me crazy

All this pressure made me

Fall from grace