Tell Him

Talk to your son,

my child.

The way I spoke to you on 

moonless nights

about the stars and galaxies.

Tell him your tale:

how you loved cars,

how you simulated their sounds.

Tell him about colorful Lego bricks

you made into castles with soldiers,

about war and peace.

Tell your son

about the stories you devoured

of art and history,

how your home was filled with love,

and every breath was brimmed with gratitude.

Tell him about your ancestors

and their will to survive the

strife and hunger of the grey war.

Tell him about bees and pollination,

the salmon's migration,

grizzly bears,

and bald eagles.

Tell him of your struggles

and your human decency. 

Talk to your son,

my child.

He will grow with sparkling pride.

He will know your love is undeniable,

your love shining through his days and nights.

Woman

I discovered the crows feet

nestled by my eyes.

I forgave them and accepted

them to be mine.

I love that they exhibit

a piece of my struggle.

Days I squinted in delight,

dark nights when weeping

left me drained and numb.

I questioned the veins in my hands,

pronounced and deep,

then I accepted them

for all the hard labor they had done.

Hands weathered by love given,

days from dawn to dusk,

babies they had washed,

foreheads caressed.

I watched my white strands 

residing in my dark hair. 

I accepted them for their resilience

and beauty.

I challenged my mind to battle the known

and seek the wonder of the unknown.

I challenged my soul to rise up

and embrace the woman

I have become

and love the life I have been given.

Seven Year Blog Anniversary

Seven years ago today I began posting on my blog, a sun kissed life. It was a difficult time, I had lost both my parents and I felt wounded, tired, and vulnerable. A desire was sparked to write again and to stand with an open heart and share it. The desire was mixed with fear of leaving myself naked to be seen, my pain expressed for strangers to see, but I took a leap. At first the posts remained empty of comments, and it was okay, because after all I was writing to find happiness within. As time went by, my blog blossomed, other bloggers that I respected came by to read, which made me happy and grateful. I was welcomed to a wonderful community of bloggers, poets, authors, and journalists. We bleed on our pages and we share our souls. My blog brought me back to the writing I had left behind. It has made me examine ordinary and extraordinary moments of my life. To all my friends I want to say thank you for embracing me with love and acceptance. I am blessed to have you all in my life!

The Love that is Acceptance

You entered the door to my heart

and you stepped in.
I let you

into my mind

in the landscape saturated 

of all that I am.

You tasted the essence 

of the turmoil,

you savored 

my struggle
dangling at your feet.

You did not run,

you did not turn away,

instead you stood like

a sunflower reaching for the sun.

Sunday Morning

Sunday,

thunder pierced the morning.

You fell asleep,

your arms stretched above your head

in surrender

to your dreams.

Lions, giraffes in Africa,

tales I tell you about the sun and stars,

colorful starfish and

blue marlin living in the ocean as

you sink into your dreams.

You touched my face,

your nails on my skin,

happiness climbed to meet you

like the new day.

Short breaths,

joyous sounds

are things I hold as miracles,

for the love I feel is extraordinary.

Your eyelashes flutter,

evanescence, beauty

of the moment. 

I cover your head with kisses,

 my heart open to you,

and the universe.