I hope your soul is nourished
I hope the cool air is good to you
I hope you cry
If you need to
I hope you smile loudly
Take up the space you need to
And I hope the love you give
Finds you back.
I hope your soul is nourished
I hope the cool air is good to you
I hope you cry
If you need to
I hope you smile loudly
Take up the space you need to
And I hope the love you give
Finds you back.
Sometimes I think it’s good to remember
The world is a big place
And there is always space
To start over.
Somehow my hair still smells like sunshine
In the dead of winter
And I wonder
If I ever needed to worry if the light had left me,
At all.
I realize today I always plan for rain
To be pleasantly surprised by sunshine
I’ve spent days outside in the torrents and the glare,
The hurt and the healing both in downpour and sunburn,
And I know,
A little April water won’t hurt me – What doesn’t kill me I can choose to make a me stronger.
My mother doesn’t like tributes
Or celebrations
She’ll take her carnations because she’s allergic to the big bouquets of lilies in the market and carefully cut the stems on diagonal
Trim the leaves and find a vase tall enough but not too tall to hold the water
And under her hands, we bloom.