May 15, 2015

Turning forty



My son gives me six leaves
in shapes of hearts
and my daughter
says I love you
which also sounds like how
she says helicopter
so I take it
as a compliment

I do hot lunch today
cooking noodles at the daycare
one girl asks for thirds
and I want to kiss her

and here
this table and I pause
and make a poem

this is it
the quiet fullness
of arriving
at the middle of life

nobody pushing me forward
nothing pulling me down

happiness
hatching
in the cracks

I am still ripe
but in no hurry

a little bit braver today
to see what my tongue says
and not paint over
the words
when they land.

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Hope you had a wonderful birthday, as wonderful as your poem! xo

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