Re-creation


Mother, your limbs were strong and green

                         when I was wet and alien,
                                   small and clenched,
and you held me as I lengthened,
first steps… first grade… my first job…
as I left in summer
for lakes,
for leeway:
your hands on my shoulders, your breath in my hair
over college loans and classes,
same as now,
                        how you stand behind me,
                                arms aloft in blessing
                                while my arms warm
                     another tight    green    bud,
                                          another breath
growing strong upon ancestral rings.

3 Replies to “Re-creation”

  1. I like this post a lot! 🙂 I've been enjoying catching up on your blog…but for some reason have never been able to comment successfully!

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