June 3, 2016
Eight days I listened for a name.
Eight days marked a passage.
Eight days the sun set and the moon rose.
Eight days the tide pools drained and refilled.
Eight days I felt mixed stirrings in my heart ~
of excitement, of loss, of love, of fear, of pride.
I felt excitement for the moment.
I felt the loss of a bird from my nest.
I felt love for my child now adult.
I felt fear of the future unknown.
I felt pride as each walked the stage not unlike a young bird lifting off a branch.
Each came to life through me, but each is not mine.
I was merely the first warm blanket.
Each I have been privileged to meet.
Each I was fortunate to hear first breath and see first tear.
Each I have been privileged to first touch fingers.
Each I was fortunate to hear first laugh.
Eight times the same I have lost my footing.
Eight times I have dressed for celebration,
though sadness I have worn with gratitude.
Eight times my selfish loss may have shown more than my proud lioness.
Eight times have I listened for a name.