Keepers

It’s a mother-knack I have

to spot what’s plain before my eyes:

your dreams, your schemes,

your stumbles, your tears,

all those small subterfuges.

Remember, I was a teen once, too.

I found those limitless beating-wing years

here in my locked-box heart.

 

 

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24 thoughts on “Keepers

  1. Oh, beautiful. I love the tone of this, sort of a gentle, affectionate exasperation. I was so happy to see your name on the gargleblaster grid – it’s been a while since we’ve seen you, I think. Thanks for playing this week!

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    1. Man, relationships are hard. 🙂 I keep thinking about how my mom must have viewed my teenage years, layering that over how I interact with my teenagers…makes me feel old and childish at the same time.

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      1. This is just the process — your mother went through it, too. A friend of mine clued me in early: a little compassion for yourself (and those kids) goes a loooonnng way. It saved my sanity many, many times!

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