Ode to My Mother
There is a woman I know.
She is brave, and she is beautiful.
Her hair looks like mine,
Her eyes see mountains when the days are foggy.
Her hands are my branches and her arms are my harbor,
I see her in spring daffodils, in rainbows, in sunny skies.
She walks with a courage along the road,
Gives me a path to follow.
When I am strong, I see her spirit in me.
Mental Health Day
Soft strains of guitar music float through the screen.
The east side light of the late afternoon mixing sun against the tree branches.
It is a sleepy little corner of Brooklyn my window faces today.
Battery Park City
Rolling waves carry magic.
It is a truth I know deep in my bones,
Borne of days of sun and small boats,
The current splashing up to me,
An old friend, whispering and chattering,
Hello, hello, hello.
Life can be as simple as finding the saltwater.
The sun is shining.
I roll down the windows and turn on the radio,
What you feel is what you are.
The branches wave at me as I drive past,
Spring has blossomed into being.
I let the warmth of the air kiss me good morning.