Mama My Love

Mama I know, I know you're weary. Mama I know you think this game is hard. But sugar I can see it so clearly, and I'm sure your heart's the art. Mama I've known the sweetest cuddles and kisses, and we've sweat out long nights of sickness.

Your love is sticky faces, spills on carpet and muddy hands. It's falling tears and boundless teaching, heaven's patience and happy laughter, and endless hours of "do this" preaching.

You strived to give me all the things you never thought you had. You tried to show me how to part the good forms from the bad. Mama let me give you now a precious love gift back and erase the strange illusion of all you think you lack.

Mama do you hear the love soaked orchestra? The wind conducts the flow of harmonies, swishing through leaves rustling up each perfect melody. I wonder who painted that.

Because of your love I know how to usher in that kind of joy. I know how to cultivate that degree of happiness.

I will raise every window in the house to open all possibilities. I will let every corner in this place remind me of the gifts my Beloved has in store just around the bend. And on every wall I will hang a portrait of your laughing face so I never forget to sing praises of gratitude for this blessed abundance. You taught me this.

My mama said to every thing there is a season. Yes, my heart has learned this lesson well. I know all things will come in dancing and go out - sometimes with a bang and often still in silent tiptoes.

You are why I pause to hear the birds sing, use extra bubbles in my bath, savor the chocolate so exquisitely, touch the lines of your face with tenderness, and break into a smile when children enter the room.

This flow of precious life ever changing, this is why my heart will find a kiss so often, why I don't mind getting wet in the rain, and the reason I so often look to the sky. It is never the same sky twice is it mama?

Yes, I adore all things with a tender touch, because the season will change and all the flowers will rest in peace until they hear the Sun's warm greeting urging them to begin their cycle anew.

You taught me how to be a mother. And now a cozy couch just sits much better with a toddler's jumpy dent, and fingerprints on windows leave behind a little hint.

The perfect shade of lacquer won't cover all the dings left imprinted by a beast who slams joy against my things! And when I stop to notice the most stunning wallpaper of all, it's only then I notice crayola's improved my wall.

There are duckies in my bubble bath and finger-paint on my sweater. Oops he broke another plate! Our dishes have such character. It's strawberry stained linoleum and chocolate in the rug, All signs that life has been here and left behind a little love.

Now so too is mama's body, torn and tattered, broken down and stained, imprinted by a memory with no one there to blame. "So purge, forgive, release it!" That's what the sages say. But mama says embrace it as life that's come to play.

That's why I knew that you were stardust from the very moment I chose you. I knew you were my missing must right there straight from the start. Hey mama slow down. Slow down now and savor the taste of pure divinity dancing in your heart.

If you caught a glimpse of your own divinity, you'd start to sway like the wind's melodies. Wings would sprout from your heart center, you'd notice the flowers admiring your scent and the stars all envious of how fantastic you shine!

We'd watch you dance and play as if you'd just returned from Heaven's retreat and notice how you'd taken lessons from the Sun on how to share your warmth with the world.