Friday, August 5, 2011


The Silent Deep lies in deepest sleep.  Here.  Under this roof.
His smile heals all the far apart, and there is no part of him that is not a man.
Still my boy, you know.
But a man.
I am his mama.
I am his thankful mama.
Just taking this huge breath.
Called relief.
And as he becomes more...
yes, it's true.
I become less because a young man's glory is his strength.
And it makes me smile.
Because I'm a bit tired there, resting my head under his chin.
All the children home, and how could I take such a gift for granted?
ALL here.  ALL home.

Simply Grateful,


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