MOMoirs

March 15, 2013

The small good things.

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What are the things you love?

Think of something, think of any.

Perhaps the color of your shirt today.
eggs for breakfast.
a stranger's meaningful glance.
or listening to songs on the way to work.

I would take that one thing.
and squeeze it like a saturated sponge.
every single drop equals every pinch and punch.
And like magic I will let it change everything.
They will find their way into thoughts of people who’ve hurt me

and those I’ve also hurt
bathing those times them and I failed
healing scratches and bruises collected.

Maybe on it’s own,
it will began to grow.
like a seed brought and scattered in places.
So that one little happy thing  will turn into

more than enough reasons

to open our eyes every morning.

So that’s  how it goes?
Somebody has to be willing to let the light in.
just allow it to be in.
It can be your only defense against
everything in this world that’s ready to take you down.

Dear Pio,

Whenever I see an ugly or flawed part of  myself,  I think of the incredible reality I have been a part of. I grew you and birthed you.  My strength rests in your bones, my courage in your heart. So that no matter how low I fall down, I know a part of me is pure and good in many ways. Thank you for existing, thank you for being mine.

Love,

Mommy