Friday, September 12, 2014

Beautiful Chaos

Last night I painted a picture.
As I started to glide my brush,
I had ever intention of making an exact replica of the photo I was looking at.
Quickly my hands took over,
Blending light strokes of different colors,
The way I always paint everything- impressionistically.
When I was done.
I stood back and was surprised by the work I did.
Almost feeling like I had not done it myself.
My hands had taken over,
The brush, the paints took control of the work.
Sometimes giving yourself up to the chaos,
Is what creates the most beautiful parts of life.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Watching you bloom

In the early hours of the morning,
I am about to leave for the day,
Before anyone else  in the house is out of bed.
As I button my shirt,
I watch my daughter open the door to the bedroom and climb in bed with her daddy,
She pulls her blanket up to her cheek.
Then with a devilish smiles she declares,
"Go away mommy!" and giggles.
She makes me laugh as I kiss her head and say goodbye.
As I leave I smile at the precocious little girl I'm raising.
She's so smart and funny.
My son and daughter often fill me with awe in this way.
Being a mother I get to watch their personalities slowly bloom.
It's magical and scary sometimes,
But mostly it fills my heart with joy.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Those things you did

Those things you did to me last night...
Shook me to my core.
Just the memory of it,
Makes me blush with excitement,
Sigh with renewed desire.
And I can't even look in your eyes,
Because I'm certain you'll find out,
About the things you did to me last night...
In my dream.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Can't Sleep

So here I lay restless in bed,
The bed as empty as I feel in this moment.

I can’t even understand what I am feeling.

So I impatiently compose in my head what I could do differently.

What choices I could I have changed?
What words could be said that would fix everything?
Tonight I have no answers.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Happy Anniversary

I've become a student
of your morning faces,
your thoughtful pauses,
your simple good-byes.

I'm a learned pupil
of the shape of your hand,
the rhythm of your breathing,
the voice in your smile.

And I could write volumes
of the pictures in your eyes,
the depth of your throat,
the topology of your flesh.

Yet still
You surprise me.

**Originally written in 2004... still true today.**

Thursday, July 3, 2014


You make me want to be ridiculously irresponsible.

Those eyes pull it out of me.

That voice makes me forget all sensibility.

You stir up something animalistic in me.

I can’t concentrate or think logically,

Beyond figuring out how to have you.

I am normally so practical,

So what is it about you that makes me lose my control?

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

You... my family

I have always been grateful for the amazing gift I was given...
You... my family.
Two parents, crazy in love.
Two strong, assertive sisters.
Uncles and aunts who know how to laugh.
Grandparents who know how the world works.
Only recently have I really known how rare a gift it is:
Solid family.
It's a gift I hope to give my children.
As comforting as chicken soup,
As forgiving as a safety net,
As rich as history itself.