To my daughter, first, as each day new words emerge
from that holy little mouth
half formed and persistent pieces of language.
In the moment before I recognize them
when in my denseness all I hear is babble,
they are stars falling, blossoms opening,
the horizon brightening before sunrise.
And then I “hear” her and we both lift from the ground.
Thanks also to you,
for sharing this space with me,
and for this conversation
about what it means to live well.
One Reply to “A Word of Thanks”
Love abounds naturally– have fun floating ! Mama