Happy Mother's Day, Shannon

A tree does not know where its seed will take root.

A flower does not decide which bee will bear its fruit.

A mother cannot bring about a vision for her child,

no matter how she bends the truth.

A bird does not trust its sons forever to the nest.

A fox has not the weave with which to keep her daughter dressed.

A mother cannot promise funds or firmness of the future,

but these are not the sources of her rest.

A star will die in chaos without all sense of direction.

A night gives birth to morning but makes no vain prediction.

A mother knows not what tomorrow is,

but still she keeps conviction.

She believes beyond all vacuums,

because of patterns, hopes and hints

that there exists a stronger love

than she could provenance. 

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Huddle against the hurtling chill

the freezer breeze brings its own kind

of charm,

candles in the night

early dark and slower Dawn

Christmas, cinnamon, steam

and all the hope we need to carry on.

Little Wallybug

When I was little my mom called me and my siblings โ€œwallerbugsโ€ when we couldnโ€™t sit still and would move all over the place on her lap. These days, Iโ€™m starting to think thatโ€™s a great little name for one of my favorite nephews, since every time he sees Wesley, he wallers all over him with affection and cuddles.