Happy birthday to my mama! I love my mom. I’m so grateful I have a built-in friend for life, a trusted source for endless inspiration and honesty (brutal and loving in the Mom way!), and an infinite cosmic connection with her spirit! (FYI: if someone is close to you in this lifetime, you better get used to them. Because they’ll be in next ones to help you learn spiritual lessons here in the physical plane)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt said to write a poem of all questions. 20 questions and the last sentence is NOT a question. Interesting!
DEAR MOM
(HAPPY BIRTHDAY!)
Did you always know how to love?
How does it not hurt?
Did I learn by imitating you or is it innate?
From being of you?
What is your worst fear?
What story matters most to you?
Is it a story from your parents?
Is it a story we’ve helped you tell?
Which is better chocolate or red velvet?
What is your most precious gift?
Why do we blame Mom first?
Is it because we know moms know everything?
How do you know everything?
Do you ever lie?
Are we going to eat soon?
Do you believe in regrets?
How am I different from my sister?
How much are we like you?
Is destiny something out of our control?
Were you destined to be our mom?
I wish you knew how little these answers
mean to me
when I look in the dancing stillness
of your eyes
where love flows first.
nothing’s changed
swoopingcurve 