Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Diane



My mom would have been 67 years today; I say would have because she passed away 16 years ago. Sometimes is feels like it was yesterday. I’ve noticed my memory of her has faded to black and white. Diane passed away in the middle of the night, her spirit too weak to live so her soul left without disturbance. Michael the boy was so angry at God for taking her away, Michael the man now understands that nobody is “at fault”. I got closure from this when she appeared in a dream months later as an angel and she wrapped her wings around me making me feel safe and protected as mothers do. I am not sure if it was a dream or some type of subconscious connection. So today on her birthday, my heart is heavy and as an adult, I would have liked to know my mother as a person instead of a maternal figure. If you have your mother, call her, turn to her and tell her thank you for the job she did raising you and tell her that you love her just because.

written 10/29

Always on my mind:

Mystery man how I think about you
Mystery man who I fantasize about you
Not sure how you found me
Not sure how you got in my head
Your voice is direct, affectionate and stealthy
and echoes in my mind days later
When I lay down at night, I feel you with me.
I’ve been called “one in a million”.
you will be amazed at what I have to offer you
I made a promise to myself and to god
to respect my myself and my body as for it
is a temple of love and I wish to share this with you.
Next time I see you, I hope my tears of joy do not
embarrass me, I want to look into those caramel mocha eyes
and then suckle on your lower lip.


written 8/09