Happy Mother’s Day

Everyone has a mother.

Not everyone has a mom.

Some are given, others chosen.

They taught me that the stars aren’t just for gazing—

they’re places to go

and even though she’s gone her presence can stir my soul.

Stepmoms join in not as replacements but as additions,

extra hands to hold, extra love.

A story so bold and beautiful but rarely told.

For all the moms—by blood or by bond,

We are beyond grateful for your love.

Here’s to each of you on this day, may you feel the love.

Like the warmth of the sun.

i hope you Feel it as deep as oceans and as endless as the stars above.

Happy Mother’s Day

Good morning

Hello.

Good morning.

i missed you last night and i know soon i will see you smile again and feel the warmth of your light.

But i wanted to tell you that i missed you last night and as the sunlight cut through the blinds in my minds eye i heard the sheets echo your

name.

Good morning.

Is this not Love?

The swallows, they sail just high enough

above the tall green green grass

almost as if they

command the wind.

It’s not that at all.

you can’t command the wind

It’s too powerful.

I understand this so instead i see a love story between the bird and wind.

One thing i have found about love is that;

when it comes to love there are things i can’t comprehend,

so i also imagine the love story is the same

for the wind.

And how about the grass?

The tips of the long grass as they tickle

the bellies of the whimsical birds.

The little buzz felt from the bumble bee

and then the grasshoppers,

as they rest before they take flight.

Calling upon the love of the of the wind with all it’s little might.

How about every love story we don’t see.

The ones that lie just out of sight?