The moon illuminated the night,
ripe with glory,
brimming with truth.
I watched with longing as
I crawled away from dark places.
My stories shattered,
the melancholy soaking through
my bones.
My voice audible,
my hips wider,
my spirit soaring,
years of rage and silence,
despair and celebration.
The trees listened to my cries,
they whispered to me
their tales of sorrow and triumph.
Lessons learned from failure,
redemption answered by forgiveness.
The surroundings faded into a blur
immersed in what is present.
I rejoice in the sound of his breath
laying next to me,
swept away in sweet slumber.
He seeps hope into the storms of my soul.
I have been absent from this blog, from the community that I love. Life has been hectic and full. There were moments of struggle and moments of bittersweet glory. My grandson was ill and in the hospital with a dangerous infection. He recovered. Those days were long and fueled by hope and faith. I normally post for Christmas, New Year and my son's birthdays. It all passed by. Daniel had his seventeenth birthday and Joshua had his thirty second birthday. My grandson is turning one this coming week. I am full of gratitude for my boys. I want to wish all of you a happy and healthy New Year. Hopefully this year will be full of light and peace for all of you. See you around.
Wishing you the same. I'm glad your grandson has recovered. It must have been heart-wrenching. xx
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary. It was a scary time. Five days in the children's hospital with intravenous antibiotics 24/7 :( We are grateful and humbled. Hugs back.
DeleteLovely to hear from you, Ayala. Your poem is beautiful. I am so glad Aidan recovered, such a frightening time for you. One year of sweetness, gone by so fast!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry. Yes...a year of sweetness. :)
DeleteBeautiful, Ayala. "Hope in the storms of my soul" - I just love, love, love this. Where does time go? I can remember when this little guy was born, and now he is 17 months old!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary. The little one is turning one. My younger son just celebrated his seventeenth birthday. :) xx
DeleteI loved this piece! Your poem and your note are timely reminders that life - usually - emerges from even the stormiest of waters back to an 'even keel'. Beautiful writing in this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wendy. I appreciate it.
DeleteNice to see you again!
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Thank you!
Deleteblessings to you and your family - and may the year be filled with riches and richness, health as the ultimate gift :)
ReplyDeleteyour poem is a wondrous exploration of life - birth-death-rebirth (the moon dances and shadows) and the particulars, the details, the phrasing is lovely, exquisitely tender - I was so taken by the line: my hips wider,
- for me this is elemental and so pivotal - for what precedes and follows .... this is such a rich piece - glorious!
Thank you! You are kind!
DeleteI'm so glad you have come out the other side of those troubling times! The poem expresses it – and more.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary!
DeleteHappy he's recovered and well...
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteHard to believe Aiden is already turning one. I love your poem and can totally relate to it.
ReplyDeleteI understand the agony of having an I'll grandchild. Both of mine have been hospitalized at separate occasions. Don't know how I survived.
I wish him good health and a happy birthday.
Nice to see you here again .
Thanks, Myrna. Hugs.
Deletebeautiful poem! could relate it so well.
ReplyDeletethank you!
DeleteLove this poem full of life with both the struggles and the joys... so glad that all went well with your grandson.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteWelcome back ayala! Everything seemed to have gone under the bridge and things are bound to be ok forthwith. Best wishes for 2018!
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Thanks, Hank.
DeleteYour beautiful poem is the perfect complement for my poem welcoming the New Year. I am glad your grandson is better and what a special birthday to celebrate! May you and your family have a safe, healthy and happy New Year!
ReplyDeletethank you kindly!
DeleteTimes sure flies by. Yeah, life is full of struggles but we can be stronger for it. Had to be awful when he was in the hospital. Hope a great 2018 is had at your pad.
ReplyDeleteYes...Thanks, Pat.
DeleteHow I love the circle/spiral I entered here--from birth to baby to mother to old--not in that order--but I felt the inner knowledge and relationships that unite them all and help us to connect across generations with our entire soul!
ReplyDeleteIt's all complicated in a sweet way. thank you!
DeleteIt’s good to see you back. Your words are bittersweet and reflect your recent journey. Big hugs and good health to you and yours. xo
ReplyDeleteThank you, Charlotte. xo
DeleteIt does brim with truth and they do seep hope into our souls.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteHow terrifying! I hope he is better. So great to “see” you and the little cutie pie. Take care and thanks. K .
ReplyDeleteThank you, Karin.
DeleteIt is nice to see you writing again! I enjoyed your poem it expresses so much about life. I am glad your grandson is doing better. The photo is precious as is life.
ReplyDeleteBless you!
Thank you! Blessings.
Deleteit is poems like these that fills us with hope and strength.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteWe'll see you around soon. Welcome back. :)
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, Ayala. I am so glad your grandson has recovered. So good to see you writing in your space. xo
ReplyDeleteThanks! xo
DeleteWishing you and your family the best, Ayala
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteI'm so sorry to hear about your grandson, Ayala. My daughter is pregnant with my first grandson, which I am looking forward to. I'm so pleased that your grandson is better now. I enjoyed your poem very much and identify with the lines:
ReplyDelete'My voice audible,
my hips wider,
my spirit soaring,
years of rage and silence,
despair and celebration'.
Thank you, Kim. Congratulations!
DeleteWelcome back. So happy for you that he is well. Blessings on you both.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Blessings.
DeleteYou have had more than your fair share of struggle. I am so glad that your grandson weathered this trial--I so relate to your poem today--and welcome home!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteI liked that last line about seeping hope.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Frank.
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hope your grandson is ok and will stay healthy. Love the poem, especially the last line, "He seeps hope into the storms of my soul."
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteGreat poem, loved the ending line. Your grandson looks supercute, so glad he's better.
ReplyDeleteWishing you and all your boys and their families good health and happiness and many blessings in this year and for all the ones to come.
Thank you!
DeleteBeautiful poem ayala! I've been away for a long time and I was happy to see that you are still blogging. Praying that brighter times are ahead for you. So difficult when the ones we love are not well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristi. I have missed you.
DeleteAnd all best wishes to you and your's for the new year and forever! I loved your poem. It's funny, the holidays for me, are a storm of work, not because I have to, but because it is a time of creativity. It is when my creative juices are really flowing, and the muse must be answered when she arrives. So glad at this point in time, you grandbaby is OK. We can be very grateful!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I appreciate you.
DeleteBest wishes to you and your family. You have been missed. My goodness, your grandson is turning one already. Time moves on. What a cutie. Glad he recovered from his illness. You can definitely rejoice when you hear his voice!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary.
DeleteExtending my best wishes to you and your family. So many family milestones to be thankful for. Hope you are well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Grace.
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