Mothers Have Regrets

Fancy myself pragmaticbut these cherubic facesrender me nostalgic Not for the times –for they were hard –but for the ideal lost Speculate on failingsshallow expectations,pray I did enough. (Found this old photograph of my two girls.)

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On The Anniversary of His Death

No amount of empathycould help me understandthe storm inside my father Even in his death, thoughtscloud my writing, his presencepreserved in prose… (Even though it’s been fifteen years, my father’s essence remains strong – sometimes taunting, sometimes inspiring, always mysterious.)

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No Idea!

Girls are lucky: just need to find the right man –looked after for life.Advice from a teenaged brother. Right! I yell back, fifty years later.It was all a vacation –raising the children on my ownlooking for God in the midst of chaospartners with wandering eyesor absent…always absent…still waiting for that “looking after” And how did […]

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Familial

History invents theoremgeneration repeatingvariations on a miseryabsent fathersmothers overwhelmedheartache weldedinto young psychestill inspiration invitesa new hypothesis. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Looking For Silver Linings

Shoulder to shoulder we contemplate clouds, hunt for silver, my brother lost, then found, ponders what ifs – clouds become threads, unite us. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Photo mine)

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Parental Passages

Carefully we construct security for offspring – add luxuries to entertain accommodate growth play host to revolving- door friends and dates. And yet, we are graded on performance – met or unmet expectations – held up against a stack of other super parents, silhouettes of perfection. Still, we celebrate goals, sprouting family, ignore the slanders, […]

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Still Digging

Father, as immoveable as a mountain taught us to orchestrate submontane routes Circumnavigating his rocky moods bestowed upon us a fear of masculinity Resilience instilled the necessity of mining gold from darkness: still digging. (Sketch mine)

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Define Family

Define family – nest of promises, story filled houses of stone? Expectations built lacking substance – original sin? (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson, this tanka edited from original.   Image mine.)

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Birch Trees (with recording)

Strains of Tijuana Brass flood the yard while father on bended knee tends his garden, tiers of stone edged rows encircling a trio of birch trees. Father points out birches on Sunday drives, as if the bark is sacred, leaves whispering a secret I cannot hear – stirs in me an indefinable longing. My husband […]

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Sibling Camaraderie

Remember that time wading to the caves St Martin’s summer How the tide rushed in Atlantic pulling us apart my body weak with laughter How you shouted, coaxed – once ashore we collapsed wet but warm, hearts flooded. (My brother and I weren’t raised together, as his father abducted him at age 10.  Reunited years […]

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