The day ends and there is still
so much to do.
The lists never really
come to a stop,
life is a cyclic
river,
a race
with no
finish line.
And here is where
a mother
makes sense
of this bewildering
derby:
Her heart
is a bottomless
bag.
Her literal purse
overflows with the keys to
her kingdom,
a treat for each child.
But her heart
has room for
everything:
Every little joy
or grief,
all the lightness of laughter
and the weight
of betrayal
and tears,
all the paradoxes
of loving unconditionally
and letting go
in the same
manner,
all the bittersweet
knowledge
of loving what is
temporary
and ever-growing,
ever-reaching
for the door.
When you think
she cannot
give any
more,
she wells up
with surprises.
Ask her why.
She will never
(Nov. 11, 2009)
Picture from the game Magical Empire™, used with friendly permission. Illustration drawn by Faugar.
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