Acceptance
Sometimes these things take four years. It was about that long ago when, sweaty and covered in grass clippings, the opportunity arrived to test the limits of my knowledge. Its limits are bountiful, and far more than acceptable. But really it was more like eight years ago, the lesson wormed its way into learning, and we realized that mothers have to tend to their children, regardless of who their children are. Given that, this raspy, blond mommy had to go.
In reality it all started about sixty days ago when the two of you approached me separately, professing a similar past to mine, and a similar future. The boy in you reminds me that my vocabulary was once a strength, that metaphor was a requisite staple in my diet. The girl has me crying at myself within minutes, or maybe days that resemble minutiae.
Yesterday it was revealed that I already have what is required of me; that I can wield a book and quill and be somehow remembered for it. Even if that memory exists solely behind plate glass.
Three nights ago, a saint cut our blond mommy to the ground, reestablishing her rank in the pecking order. Every hour since, my imagination has lowered her to the floor and loosened the knots, while sterile machines safeguard her breath.
In reality it all started about sixty days ago when the two of you approached me separately, professing a similar past to mine, and a similar future. The boy in you reminds me that my vocabulary was once a strength, that metaphor was a requisite staple in my diet. The girl has me crying at myself within minutes, or maybe days that resemble minutiae.
Yesterday it was revealed that I already have what is required of me; that I can wield a book and quill and be somehow remembered for it. Even if that memory exists solely behind plate glass.
Three nights ago, a saint cut our blond mommy to the ground, reestablishing her rank in the pecking order. Every hour since, my imagination has lowered her to the floor and loosened the knots, while sterile machines safeguard her breath.